I have reached the end of a wonderful project. I feel the making of my very own second thoughtfully woven chapbook is roughly complete. Somewhere on the way, I realised I wanted to make a depressed and depressing collection of poems, so from that moment on, I consciously tried to subdue all my prompt takes to that streak. Starting from Daybreak as prompt One, here we come, completing the 28 to Create circle with Daydream:
*** I hope no rotting flesh will bother your sunlight, and my daydream of laughter not choked down, of breath freely taken, will not corrupt the way of your decay towards a grey land of hurried sadness that has no time for due mourning.
Almost at the end of the month, I am considering how time-consuming poeming, blog posting, and finally, sharing all that is. In the same time, I could write a whole story, be it short or long. Now I remember that I started a novella on February 8th and never reached beyond the 3,000-word introduction. I planned to get to the real thing one day soon, but soon passed and it is March now. I can’t see the time to write that, yet. Maybe that is my trouble and the main reason I stay with poetry chiefly: lack of time to write consistently. Poetry is much more fragmentary, you don’t need to remember where you left… There is much less responsibility involved in it. Let’s celebrate the last but one prompt of the 28 to Create project that brought me much joy this year.
28 to Create, Day 27 – Flickering Lights
*** Flickering lights from the swamps where prisoners try to escape their destinies.
Marshes are ripe with firebugs hurrying to and fro.
Instant pictures of self-inflicted soul insomnias; instant tea filling mud mugs with sugary heartbeats and strained tomorrows
28 to Create, Day 26 – Echo Day 2. An echo poem is literally, a line-to-line opposite to the original. I did that more than once. My first attempt was with T.S.Eliot’s Waste Land and you may read it here. The other echo poem I wrote was for Day 15 of this very challenge, is an echo of Mayakovsky and can be read here.
A DOUBLE TOSS IN THE AIR The mighty roar quakes my inner soul All air flees before it, frightened Reaching the top, it slides down embarrassed The hills that were bare Look weirdly chaotic now – rocks and grass entangled in the sun. The silent waters washing my shore choke on their slumber.
The month of February is nearly over. It was very fast, indeed, though much happened in it. Now that I look back, I see that I’m very pleased with how things went. All with celebrations, sick leaves, working schedules and creativity went fine, more than simply OK. Day 25 was Tuesday, so the prompt was of the #TwoForTuesday type. Here is one of the last poems I’ve written for the 28 to Create project: Day 25 – Ambition and Despair
*** Striving upwards to skies curtained with hesitation, embroidered in clouds so pink they are disgusting.
I am sick of desire to be perfect. I am petrified by the chance to end up in the gutter.
That chance is grand. Despair is stalking me as I am staring at it – sick and tired of reality, striving upwards.
Can I escape dark lands and the mire of desolation, to roam off distant shores?
*** Like an ocean spilling itself all over my fragile frame not remembering, nor bothering to do so.
Just pouring out all over the past, the essence and the flicker that will go out in dimness, when desire is dead, instead of going out in roaring flame of falsified fancy stumbling in the asphalt road.
Like an ocean – smooth and mellow, blinding me with its salt water, bellowing at my deafness, catching my eagerness to take a rest and tormenting it as fake or irrelevant.
Like an ocean – bury me in your abyss, deep, away from people’s eyes and memories; Deafen their yells of gossiping sympathy, of curiosity ill-fitted.
I want to sleep and let go. The water glides along my cold silky fingers Let go of me, my cool ocean.
I know what it means, yet I couldn’t help slipping into my usual mood. 28 to Create, Day 20 – Apple of my eye
*** Apple of my eye or a pear no more illusions or expectations I have no soft skills and positively no hopes Apple of my eye, my precious, my only one The one I need and crave to have although it’s bitter as the analgin I would take for each third headache.
Here I am again, honestly doing my second best in following the prompts. I don’t know if it’s because I’m slightly short of time, but Day 19’s poem turned out somewhat short. Honestly, I preferred it to be longer. 28 to Create, Day 19 – Honestly
*** Honestly, I prefer being dishonest Sadly, I still need to learn how Even with bitterness and sour taste deep down my throat, my soul, my heart and mind I don’t know how or why.