Playful: Continuing to Write Without the Daily Word Prompt

Here and now, naked
without the Daily Word Prompt
To spur me on,
I twist in the wind—
Lost after I became found
In a writing discipline
Implemented only 2 years ago

A process that ended up
Watering my parched soul
With long overdue expression
By providing avenues for
Long held, vivid memory
And impression to take root
And live on
In written wisps of dreams,

Feeding my malnourished brain with
Succulent nutrients contained in
Mental, personal flexing
To the max.

Initially, participating
In outlining my insides
Felt intimidating.
I procrastinated and had difficulty
Writing my first post.
To get myself started at all,
I pushed myself to pen
100 word scribblings,
No more, no less
About just about anything—
A playful experiment
That seemed doable.
Just try.
Quit, by all means,
If you hate the process,
After awhile, I told myself.

Not so.

In doing this, I found
And harnessed an ability
To capture snippets of observation
And commentary to expose life
In crafted pieces that were
Meaningful to me and even to
A small group of unexpected others.

As early morning and later evening
Thought corralling
Became part of my lifestyle,
My pieces (for better or worse)
Morphed into longer stretches.
They become a mental tool
To name and streamline
The tangle of emotions wadded up
In nests of jumbled angst
But also vehicles through which
To express joy and gratitude.

Hashing through writing prompts
Became a way for me
To clarify,
And organize
My emotional and analytical weather
Which also encouraged me to goal set
For short and long term outcomes
And ways of being.

Establishing a wide readership
Was never a priority
Or even a desire of mine.
Even so, the implied audience that
Linking my work into the
Community Pool provided
Had appeal.

This public aspect
(Different from solitary journal
Keeping where you know
What you say will never see daylight)

Challenged me to hone
And pare down my word choice,
To construct the most precise,
Illustrative imagery and
To develop and bring emotional tenor
Up to the fullest hilt I could
To an intentioned degree
I would not otherwise have done
Without the notion of readership.

Writing prompts and their
Corresponding links defunct,
What now…
Mourn their death and
Emotionally whither inside
As I become blotted out,
Erased in undefined voiceless
Silence once again?

I don’t think so.

Somehow, this writing process
Has snowball rolled and
Has become too much a part of
My life’s topography to stop now.

Where will I find an audience
Willing and patient enough
To slough through brambled roads
With me?

I admit, I don’t know.
I’m unable to see a solution
At this moment.

Nevertheless, I’m going to
Continue my momentum
Even if the pace and inspiration
Feel like a sprained, three-legged
Hobble right now, because I figure
Something will come of this.

After all,
Writing within a dilapidated void
Is better than not writing at all
While feeling muted and
Sorry for myself.


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