Forgottenman gave me a prompt tonight, just for the fun of it. and said he’d do it, also. The word he gave me was cul de sac, and here’s my poem, for what it’s worth. (It’s 1:34 a.m., I had 4 hours of sleep last night and I hope I’m about to get a better night’s sleep tonight.)
Treed
Stuck here in this cul-de-sac,
my mental skills are out of whack,
and I don’t seem to have the knack
for learning lessons as I look back.
I’m tortured as if on the rack.
My muscles wrench and joints all crack
my loosening bones go click clack clack.
With prospects dim, my soul is black.
Value in life is what I lack.
My life’s comprised of bric-a-brac.
I circle round and round the track,
until I’ve lost my will to quack.
Then
I
give
up
and
join
the
pack.
The prompt word today is “trust.” It may not be obvious what this poem has to do with the prompt word today, but actually it has everything to do with trusting yourself and your own unique views of life and to resist “losing your quack” and settling back into being like everyone else. The narrator of this poem is not me. It is only who I am determined not to become.
Since both the illustration and the shape of the poem are trees, I think it is also appropriate for Becca’s Sunday Tree Challenge.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Feeling glum, my chum? Hope you had a good night’s sleep. It can work miracles. This said by the girl who has been keeping absurdly late hours. Recently went to bed at 4:30 in the AM. Last night I resolved to get in bed early. Lights out at 11: 30 and I slept until 9. What bliss! Try it!! By the way, I loved the photo. Looks like a fresh Spring day.
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Nope.. although I’m the narrator, the person in the poem is who I fear being, not really me! I’ve added a note to clarify that since you read it.
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Two species in one.
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Very creative — I find it very interesting to be able to work a poem in the shape of specific target objects!
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It is one reason I like to center my poetry. Sometimes the shape happens by coincidence–or perhaps because the words want to form a certain shape and so come in that order. At other times it has to be worked at, but it adds a sculptural element I love. Fusion of the arts. Now if I could just get the words to create music!
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