For We Write Poems poetry prompt #202: Journal Poem http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/
And The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #150
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
cage, fuel, assault, six, where, type
trigger, double, mercy, guess, easy, list
First Day of The Month 10/1/10
At the right type of trigger, like a turtle,
I recede into my shell (some might say cage),
where I assault myself with list of “what ifs”
because its easier than maybe making a choice
about things that will affect my future.
The money.
A new car?
I don’t know enough about cars,
except to put my foot on the pedal and keep
my hands on the steering wheel and hope
I don’t forget to put fuel in the tank.
A new computer?
Double the anxiety. Sure, I know my way
around a keyboard and word processor,
but gigabytes, RAM, and functions, are foreign
language I barely understand. At best,
only a guess, and that means trusting
someone else and relying on their mercy.
The issue with my siblings?
Do not want to go there.
So, instead, I attack myself,
how much time I waste writing poetry
no one really wants to read or hear.
How, although it is the most satisfying
thing I do, it won’t help me choose a car
or a computer, or the six or seven other things
I could acquire with this windfall.
How did something this good
become so bad,
and it‘s only the first day of the month?
Elizabeth Crawford 3/1/14
Notes: The prompt for WWP was to make journal entries for several days and then create a poem from them using some of the phrases, sentences, or single words. I have over thirty years worth of journal entries, so decided to use them instead, randomly choosing one page from the files and creating a poem from that. This is my second journal poem and I have to admit this has been a more than interesting project. I used the wordle list because it did fit what was on the journal page (almost too comfortably). The image is from the Internet and is defined as being within the Public Domain.
Soul's Music 
Yay, a windfall. A good thing. Poetry, it’s a good thing. In moderation, unless it’s a moderator.
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At least with a windfall you will have a lot of new friends. Albeit briefly.
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You have captured the attack of middle of the night anxieties perfectly..i always wonder if the worry list keeps you going and helps you avoid bigger problems which might derail you..fun money would be good however..a suitable safety net to find out! Happy Sunday to you
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A windfall is good or bad. It is good when it lasted. It is bad when ‘friends’ (read: hustlers) crowd around! Nicely Elizabeth!
Hank
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Ah, but now today is the second day of the month, so there is hope, is there not? 😉
Pilgrimage
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I love your attitude! Good on you.
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oh my….too much going on for you.
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Certain triggers can cause us to go into inner worries and rants. I hope that write was therapeutic! Good one! I forgot it was a Wordle!
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It is said, we have what we need. Oh, of course, a new computer would be nice, a new car…but soon they are old and we are in the same spot after all….loved what you wrote!
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I love how your diarist’s mind flits from one anxiety to another and then fleetingly mentions the one thing that makes it all better(for her) as though it is a sin (the poetry) I suspect this diarist is likely a woman! Very interesting write!!
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A windfall is always welcome. Sometimes the best part is letting all the possibilities run through your mind.
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So, instead, I attack myself,
how much time I waste writing poetry
no one really wants to read or hear.
Please don’t attack yourself for writing poetry because if you do, I’ll be forced to jump on that same boat. Let’s allow the wind to fill our sails and keep going. You write beautifully!
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Oh but I do want to read and hear! And we do it because it is the most satisfying thing, so true. I cackled at the driving of the car. Me, too! Enjoy the windfall – they dont come along very often!
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Elizabeth, you did a fantastic write on the anxieties of our lives. Though, I don’t have a car anymore, when I did I often forgot about putting gas in it, lol. Writing is all I have right now and if I stop I won’t continue. My motivational.force is gone from my life. Michael was my biggest supporter in writing. He would always ask on Saturday evenings, if my wordle poem was done, and then he would want to read it and we would dicuss it from certain aspects. I miss that.
I hope you are having a wonderful Sunday, my friend.
Love,
Pamela ox
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The trouble with computers is that I have no interest in gigabytes or ram. I am a writer so it is just an upmarket pencil and post box. I loved your musings.
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Except for “The issue with my siblings?” this could have been my story. You are not alone.
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So I’m not the only one who can mentally turn something good into something complete crappy…I can totally relate to your turtle image from the first stanza.
-Nicole
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