Wispwrit Prompt #2 – Follow

Welcome to the Saturday #wispwrit Prompt

How to participate:

On Twitter:

Write a micro poem, micro fiction, or an original photograph inspired by the prompt and post it on twitter with #wispwrit.

On your blog:

Create a post with your poem, flash fiction, or original photograph inspired by the prompt. Make sure you link this post in your post and tag it with wispwrit.

 

 

 

#wispwrit #Writing #Challenge

For those of you who don’t know, over 3 years ago I started a Twitter writing prompt account “But A Moment” @wispwrit.

This was a one word prompt posted to inspire creativity.  I was, unfortunately, only able keep it going for a few months due to personal reasons (I now know it was because of my depression and OCD getting in the way).

But I am ready to get back into the writing community and I have started the #wispwrit challenge once again! For right now it is only on Saturdays, but I have a feeling I will add another day soon, as waiting a week for the challenge is killing me!

So how does this work?

Each prompt will consist of a word or idea meant to inspire you to write something. It can be micro poetry or micro flash fiction posted right on your twitter account. Make sure you create a new tweet with the hashtag #wispwrit.

Please don’t limit yourself to micro!

If you feel inspired to write something longer you can create a blog post (please create a pinback in the post so people know where the prompt came from), Then tag it with #wispwrit and share it on twitter!

Please be sure to follow @wispwrit to be alerted of new prompts.

I will also try to post them here for those who don’t have twitter to participate as well.

 

After Bedtime Thoughts

No one told me it would be like this.

Waiting for silence…

for the space in between,

for the moments after.

No one told me that regret would be a feeling

I’d have to deal with,

feel guilty for,

be ashamed of.

No one told me I wasn’t cut out for this.

Maybe because that isn’t something you say,

or maybe they just didn’t know.

Like me, completely naive.

No one told me because it’s not something that’s talked about,

or maybe it’s just few and far between.

I’m the odd one out.

I can’t even bring myself to say it out loud.

No one told me it would be like this…

 

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This little poem is in response to “Waiting for a poem…” Over at D’verse Poets Pub

“Tonight, I want you to write a poem of anticipation.”

A glimpse of light

 

 

cobble me a picture

with moments of this broken reality

create a masterpiece

with the remnants of my sanity

let us put these rare lucid moments in a frame

display them like a memory

showing how things could be

if I move forward, readily

 

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If I could frame what my mind could be, the freedom I could have. If I could see on a daily basis what I’m working toward, I can keep moving, keep pushing, to be free.

#OCDvocate

Cobble poem for dVerse.

 

#OCDPoem #1

 

here

it comes,

an ambush

of obsessions,

untold questions push

my limits to the brink.

no truth left to hold me up.

where does my help come from,

when nothing seems real?

can’t step forward.

can’t step back.

I stand,

stuck.

 

© Caitlin Gramley

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I want to show what OCD and scrupulosity is like for me. I’ve tried so hard with drafts of informative posts, but nothing seems to quite hit the mark. So, for now, I am going to show glimpses of what it’s like for me through poetry. #OCDpoems.

 

This is in response to dVerse

 

Autumn – Troiku

bare branches

a jungle gym for birds

wings all aflutter

 

bare branches                                                                   a painting against the blue sky
a painting against the blue sky                                          color drips to the ground
leaves under my feet                                                         gathering in piles

© Yozakura, the Wandering Spirit

leaves under my feet

a satisfying crunch

autumn symphony

 

© Caitiln Gramley

 

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This attempt at a troiku is in response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #31 Troiku … “bare branches”

A troiku starts with a base haiku, then you create three new haiku where each line of the base haiku is the first line in each of the new haiku.

I quite enjoyed learning this new form. 🙂

To learn more about troiku click HERE.

Fractured Mind

 

Forehead lined with worry

ninety scenarios

from a single thought

stick to her like

insects on fly paper

 

If only she could

unhinge from this frame of mind

 

Hours – turn to days – turn to weeks

simple truths slip though desperate fingers

Reality now muddled

 

© Caitlin Gramley

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A quadrille for dVerse.

Earthing (#haiku)

 

feet on dew-kissed grass

recharging lost energy

a breath of fresh air

 

© Caitlin Gramley

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A Haiku for #Haikai Challenge #30 (4/21/18)

Off prompt today for NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo

Day twenty-five #NaPoWriMo

Your mind will tell you

when the voices take over

avoid what you love

your misery brings quiet

but the silence will not last

It only gets worse

so do not appease, ATTACK!

stand back up and fight

before you lose what you love

and you become but a shell

You must not forget

OCD dos not own you

you can find freedom

from the shackles that bind you

you must keep moving forward

© Caitlin Gramley

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This poem is in response to NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-five.

Prompt: “Today, we challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a warning label . . . for yourself! “