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achilleanfemme · 1 year
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30 Day Poetry Writing Challenge, Day 2
2. Where is home to you? Tell about a location or people you feel the most comfortable around. Paint a picture with words, capture what you see and feel. 
Coming Back by Achillean Femme
Burning pine needles have a very distinct smell.
Their smoke is a light gray and
As you watch it twist and twirl in the autumn air
It is easy to get lost in its dance and minty aroma.
I still remember the time that I hit my cousin Allyson
In the neck with a very large pine cone.
It was quite literally a softball-sized pine cone.
I was about 15 
And had borrowed my grandmommy’s clamping arm
That she used to grab cans out of the upper cabinets 
In her kitchen when she couldn’t lift her arms very well above her head
Because she was going through radiation treatment
For her cancer that had come back for the third time.
She had passed about a year prior.
Anyways, 
So I had borrowed the clamping arm 
And was running around the yard outside her house 
With my cousins Zeke, Savannah, and Allyson.
I picked up one of the large pine cones that was lying on the ground
With the clampers
And began to spin around whimsically with it
(Because I have always been a fairy princess).
Suddenly, the pine cone ripped out of the grasp of the clamper
And hit my cousin Allyson squarely in the neck
With a loud thwack!
I was mortified 
And apologized profusely.
She didn’t talk to me for like 2 hours.
Then 6 of my cousins, including Allyson, my sister, and I 
Decided to play a board game on my grandmommy’s 
Golden-colored wooden kitchen table
As we had done countless evenings prior.
We cackled over silly stories from years past.
Like the time that we almost set grandmommy’s house on fire
Burning a mountain of pine needles that we had raked up in the yard
And set ablaze in the burn pit
On a particularly windy afternoon.
She was rightfully really mad when that happened.
I can still see us frantically rushing buckets of water 
Back and forth
From the water hose faucet outside 
To the site of the growing fire
Desperately trying to put it out as it 
Kept fighting to come back.
But if she were with us on that night that I hit Allyson 
In the neck
With the giant pinecone,
I think that she would have cleaned Allyson’s wounds,
Applied some neosporin or iodine to the injured area,
Given her a kiss,
Given me a smile and a wink as she passed me 
Waiting nervously in the hallway on the red carpeted floor,
And beamed with joy for the rest of the night as we played games
Around her golden-colored wooden kitchen table.
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And what, precisely, were you doing in the garden?
Smashing the padlock and trespassing
Eating the apple and getting into trouble
Looking for answers from the gardener
It is like three different people talking at the same time
And every word means three different things
He was answering too many questions too quickly
And they were stacking up in my head like loaves of bread in a factory
Like being corrected by three mathematicians and still not seeing my mistake
Found poem source:
Haddon, Mark. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, Vintage Books, New York, 2003. pp: 7-8, 31-33, 59-63, 85-6, 134
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abrighterspark · 8 months
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#SPARKSINSEPTEMBER 2023 HAS ARRIVED ✨
You might recall my writing prompt challenge I bring back every year. Or if you're new around here, let me introduce you to #SparksInSeptember!
Back in 2020, I was so used to sharing my words that I wanted to turn the status quo on its head and hear what YOU had to say. Since then, I've read hundreds of creative pieces and even used these prompts to write a book in 30 days. Who knows what this year might bring?
Make sure to @ me and use the hashtag so that I can read your poems/words/art/creations - you're welcome to use them as figuratively or literally as you like. I'll be keeping an eye out both here and on Instagram.
Below are 2023's prompts, but I'll also link the previous lists for you as well if you want to check them out! Have fun and let's make some magic xx
2022 Prompts
2021 Prompts
2020 Prompts
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seventhpine · 8 months
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All things must come to an end, Good or bad, And isn't that so sad? Well, I don't think so, I'd rather be a moment: transient, free, than be an eternity. This poem, too, must end. Eventually, one line will be the very last one. One word must always be the very final word. If this poem went on, Persisting to no end, Then what would be the point? Where would be the sense? A conclusion cannot be drawn when no conclusion's given. No meaning made, No point taken. Mourn if you have to, And grieve if you must, Weep if you feel like, But don't you ever say die. There will always be new beginnings, you see. From present to past, tense, As from the start, I would intend, Know that there must always come The End.
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adreamingskin · 1 month
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Poetry Competitions, Submissions & Opportunities – MARCH 2024
Spring is here and with it (finally) over 150 poetry competitions, writing submissions and opportunities open or with deadlines in March 2024.​For the first half of this month I was in autistic shutdown due to a very difficult personal situation that is coming to a head this week after 16 years. I am hopeful that this release will remove significant stress from my life and allow me to give time,…
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rustbeltjessie · 2 years
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those wormfucked voyeurs, mouths stopped / with gravedirt
Jessie Lynn McMains, from an as-yet-untitled poem-in-progress (30 Days, 30 Lines Challenge / September 3)
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sofullofloveicould · 1 year
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march writing challenge 2023 - day 6
a song you always sing in the shower
the skyscrapers tower over
us and the world and
i wonder if they know 
the sky they try to reach 
is the blood-red color of heartbreak
the fresh edge of midnight
summer days in the city
i’m dancing with you
@deity-prompt credit for the prompts list
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30 Day Poem Challenge, Day 26.
Mornings off are
Always haunted with
"What will I do today?"
Questions.
"What will I do today?"
I will sip my coffee and
Take the dog for
Another walk.
"What will I do today?"
Maybe I'll clean up the kitchen
And make us lunch.
"What will I do today?"
I could sit sown
At my desk and write something
Not on verse
Or at least
Try to.
"What will I do today?"
I guess I could also just
Try to remember that
I'm alive and
It's only one day;
What I do doesnt
Matter much so long as I
Remember to
Enjoy it.
"The Day Ahead" by R. K. Fisher copyright 2022
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avrablake · 2 years
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30 Days 30 Lines Challenge: Day 1
My schedule should be back to normal for a while so I’m going to jump into this challenge.
Rules: Post your favorite line that you wrote/edited today.
From Beyond the Darkness:
Spent some time today scribbling down thoughts for Chapter 2′s poem. I liked these lines.
A shadow. A wraith. A ghost.
Alone and watching, wanting.
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In a small-town church, I sat by his mother's side, a gracefulness, forever captured in time.
Compassionate footsteps, through a modest home, I found myself, crying alone.
She walked past family, and lifelong friends, to stand with me, as I grieved for him.
A letter left on a grave, she rescued, from the rain. In her hands, she held, all of my thoughts.
Tear-soaked pages, couldn’t contain his loss, beautiful words, left unheard, meant everything to her,
We stood there, standing somewhere, between heaven and earth.
"She Planted Her Own Flowers" (Everand)
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moonatyourservice · 4 months
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Birds
They say an apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, however I feel I have landed in a far away field. 
The ocean and rain reaches your branches, mine remain empty and I’ve run out of chances.
To be filled with fruit, to roam free on the wind, to have feathery arms I guess you call wings.
When I came to your door all battered and bruised you covered me in hot coal and tied my noose.
I stayed on the floor for many a years but now I have risen from ashes and fears.
I will never return to ask for your help, you may wail and cry but I have already left.
Flown back to my field away from the shore. I don’t need you to feel complete anymore. 
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achilleanfemme · 1 year
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I am doing a 30 Day Poetry writing challenge. Don’t be surprised if I miss several days, I still want to get to all 30 prompts.
Prompt 1: Write a haiku about early mornings.
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Forenoon Fears by Achillean Femme -
Cockcrow. Day’s advent.
Ticker-tape dread, anxious brew.
Sunnyside unease.
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People think computers are different from people
But I was frightened in two different ways
And they were in inverse proportion to one another
So that the total fear remained a constant
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A new force altogether like electricity
A fixed pair of crossed spanners
I should pull my stupid self together
Found poem source:
Haddon, Mark. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, Vintage Books, New York, 2003. pp: 99, 107, 115, 136
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tannydm · 8 months
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Day 13 - night poetry
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amyjasek · 9 months
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Pine
Instax wide photo by author | Colorado Padded quiet morning, herewhere life has barely thawed outthe birds wait to raise a cheer to summer. Sunshine appearswith warmth, flexing its new cloutin the padded morning. Here and there flying bugs appearbut the earth-dwellers have doubtsand birds wait to sound the cheer. Chased by needling cold fearspine doesn’t worry aboutmuch here, soaks up the…
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daimonpriestess · 11 months
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30 Days of Deity
23) Your own composition – a piece of writing about or for this deity
I just wrote a new one I will link it here.
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