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Flubbed the parameters of MMPB this week, but here it is anyway. 24 Mar 23

I have a bad habit of reading what the prompt word is, and sometimes pondering, then seeing if I come up with something.

Only thing I forget to do sometimes, is read what kind of week it is. 🙄

So I just took the prompt word, “Daydream” and starting writing.

Guess what? It didn’t fit, but I liked what I wrote… so here ‘tis.

DAYDREAM

“Daydream of crystal springs, rippling smoothly flowing streams.

Hot sand blowing, stinging

Heat waves on your face.

Daydream of quiet falling snowflakes, landing so gently upon your face, like that is exactly where they were meant to fall.

Each one completely different from the other,

And yet the same.

Daydream of summer thunderstorms,

Standing in the rain and the cleansing it creates within your soul.

Daydream of your heart filled with love and compassion.

Daydream of those special places tucked deep inside,

And daydream them back into life.

Just daydream. “

©️shassyswalkabout.com

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Move Me Poetry Battle Submission 17 Mar 23

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Move Me Poetry Battle Submission 17 Mar 23

The Move Me Poetry Battle prompt for this week is “Dissolve”.

Dissolve my anguishes and reach into my heart

Remove remorse, guilt and bring forth a new start.

Vanquish blurry nightmares with a swift new breeze

Engulf my lungs with the air that frees.

Remove any tenacious lingering pain

Replace it with fresh light and hopes that remain.

Give strength that embraces a new view of life

One that understands and flows without great strife.

Continue to steady, 
support and give patience

As life is a lesson in worth of conveyance.

Seek out the fresh streams that cleanse my soul

Wash my body clean of strenuous control.

Empower me with freedom to seek arduous rising

That uplifts and removes the never ending capsizing.

Seek within me the wheels of smooth growth

So I can see the bright light of my own oath.

To continue to fight, this menace of death,

Which steals and destroys my life’s precious breath.

For I know in my soul that blessings abound,

All I must do is keep steady, and sound.

This is my declaration to dissolve,

The demons that haunt me within my resolve.

Banish you trickster, for you have no claim

As I move forward, ignoring your distain.

My life belongs to me; you are nothing but a gar

I will wipe you away, like the infection you are,

I’m still here creating, living and you are just huffing

Soon to be forgotten like nothing,

Blown away, sloughed off like yesterday’s uncoupling.

Shining days ahead without you in my head,

I will win the battle, even if by a thin thread. 
©️shassyswalkabout.com 2013–2023

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Move Me Poetry Battle submission 10 March 23

This week we were to write an ekphrastik piece using this image.

Move Me Poetry Battle 10 March 23

I’ll have to admit I needed to look up the word ekphrastik.. I write poetry, but it’s all in a willy nilly form…my brain doesn’t work well around forms, or “ways” to write poetry, and when I’ve tried to sit down and do these things, I get frustrated and lose my joy in writing. But I looked up the word “ekphrastic” and got this definition:

“The word ekphrasis, or ecphrasis, comes from the Greek for the written description of a work of art produced as a rhetorical or literary exercise, often used in the adjectival form ekphrastic. It is a vivid, often dramatic, verbal description of a visual work of art, either real or imagined.” Wikipedia

So…. With that being said…. Here I go… I still may not do it “write”, but I’m trying anyway.

Move Me Poetry Battle submission 10 March 23

‘Oh Crafted Pencil”. “You dig in your sharp, hidden lead as your stead. This reminds me of caught breaths, gritted teeth, leading straight from my bed. Moving around has become painful tread. As I’ve wiggled and waddled from the point of restead, and injured myself, like the shaft impaled in this gently paused thread. Stabbed in the back, I feel like I’m bled, hoping soon will come, a point of rethread. Not paying attention, now I’m chained to the bed, unable to move without pain as my dread.”

Thanks for reading!

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P.S. My poem didn’t fit into the character limit for this weeks battle.. but I published anyway, because it describes the pain I’m going through with a back injury I’ve recently sustained… not sure how, but I can barely move.

Peace out homeskillets!

©️shassyswalkabout.com

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#MoveMePoetryBattle 19 Nov 22

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#MoveMePoetryBattle 19 Nov 22-Submission

MoveMePoetryBattle Poetry 19Nov22
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This weeks poetry battle was to use this image writing our poems.

This is my submission.

You can search Twitter hashtags #MoveMePoetry, #writing community to see more submissions from amazing authors and poets.

✌️ Shassy

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Bits and Pieces

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Bits and Pieces
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Bits and Pieces

My own words trigger me these days, feeling the emotions and memories that I’ve locked away.

It’s hard. Hard to recover from a fallen day.

I feel guilty for expressing these fears and struggles,

Because I don’t want to receive pity. I just want to be normal.

When I went to my therapist this week, we tried, again, trauma therapy.

But I failed, sent deep into negative body responses.

So we stopped.

Fresh out of crisis, she didn’t want to send me reeling, which could end me up in another stay at the farm.

I laugh at that statement, “the farm”. Because it’s the only thing I can do that doesn’t bring me any harm.

I feel like I’m a failure in even trying to fix myself. I feel defeated and a prisoner of trauma.

So I’m putting all things on the back burner because writing seems to be the only way I can express the way I feel, to make it congeal.

I don’t know what this post is about this morning. I’m not even out of bed yet nor started the days long list of things that I should be mourning.

She said to do whatever works to bring peace inside, writing, journaling, mindfulness, the things that I can actually accomplish that makes me feel right.

So that’s what I’m doing. It seems to work I guess, though when those awful childhood feelings come to the surface, it seems to take me days to process and again find purpose.

That’s what I’ve been doing for a week; dealing , feeling, and reeling.

Complex ptsd, ptsd, mdd, bpd, avd seems like a lot, and sometimes I really feel like I cannot recover.

Which is a stab of reality that I don’t know how to navigate and on some days I really just want to smother.

Smother. With a big feather pillow.

So I’ve got this short pile of verbal vomit out this morning, I felt like I needed to release this. Now on to further things, feeding the horse, cats, dog and all of the things that bring me peace and sojourning.

©shassyswalkabout.com

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