Prompt 22 Try Something Different

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This weeks prompt is about stepping out of your comfort zone/niche. That’s right I want you to try something new, challenging, and/or a little different =)

Examples

1. Write a play, poem, skit, song, story (I have never written a play or skit for me that would be different)

2. Try a poetry form that you’ve never tried or have very little experience with (for my entry I did a sonnet which is a form I have almost no experience with and find very challenging besides!)

3. Write something outside of your genre or tackle a new or difficult subject

4. Do a voice recording of a poem, story, song etc.

5. Submit a photograph or artwork with your submission that you have created (many of us rely on google for our images)

6. If an artist or photographer you could try a different technique, a different subject, a different perspective (if you take pictures of flowers try taking a picture of machinery, buildings, animals, people etc), you could also attempt a daring self portrait

7. Try something new in real life like acupuncture, meditation, ice-skating, making Cinnamon rolls etc. and write about and/or photograph the experience

8. Go to the grocery store and choose an exotic fruit! Go to a restaurant and try a foreign dish! Then share the experience =)

These are just some suggestions feel free to challenge yourself in whatever way you like! If you are really ambitious try something new everyday this week it does not have to be a big event as I mentioned it can be as simple as buying a box of gourmet chocolates and writing about it.

2 Sonnets (Mistress of Carrion and Crept)

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Mistress of Carrion

Stygian heart reborn with the dawn

A waif no word or deed could snare

Moonlit limbs in blankets withdrawn

A murder of ravens nodding in prayer

Mistress of carrion lovely even in death

I beseech thee another hour, another day

Lungs screeching in defiance of breath

A man of mercy would not bid you stay

But you are crueler, more indelible than I

For without you heaven and Creator depart

My humanity will on your ascension die

For without the muse there exists no art

Severance offers neither freedom nor cure

For what reason should I alone endure?

Crept

There is no wound for which your darling lips have abstained

No passage within that I might as sanctuary claim forbidden

One by one you unravel my fears as if I were an exile chained

Beneath your omnivorous gaze no mystery remains hidden

Boundless as a wayfarer’s sky, these flaws an unsavory guide

What nightmares this troubled mind has imbibed despite protest

That you should in possession, look upon me with such pride

Tis not for me to question the fortune of which I’ve been blessed

Abandoned by blood I had no savior upon which to hope

Deplorable wretch that I was I surrendered ungratefully to sin

I wanted only for a black-veiled butcher to fasten his rope

Around my neck that I might upon my final breath grin

Knowing that I had lived if not well, at least willfully

But into my unconscious heart you crept ever so skillfully