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About This Author
A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!
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Construct Cup V 2.0 #821151 added June 29, 2014 at 2:13pm
Restrictions: None
Deconstruction
Prompt for: June 29, 2014
Subject or Theme: Your Construct Cup Experience
Word(s) to Include: (none)
Forbidden Word(s): (none)
Additional Parameters: Minimum 16 lines. This is to give me an idea of what you liked and didn't like. (Just don't bash the judges too much ~ we still have 2 days to go! LOL)
Deconstruction
Like a child reaching for forbidden candy,
a dieter eyeing tiramisu,
a thirsty wanderer traversing the desert
happening upon an oasis: hearing
The Construct Cup, version whatever is back
makes my heart race, my fingers itch and my mind begin to dance.
I am a writer, it is what I do.
What I must do, have to do.
Have little time to do.
Ah, but to be challenged by the Cup:
sleep is over rated, I will find the time
or make it. Find the way to add several hours
to my day.
Part of it is the sheer challenge on multiple levels.
Participants sign on and writing juices spurt,
a hungry mouth, watering as the steak is grilled.
Those writers I admire, those that intimidate,
those who expect a certain level from me,
those that challenge me to write my absolute best—
(and you KNOW who you are!)
For this will I write.
A poem a day is exciting, coupled with the incentive,
knowing I cannot be too tired, too stressed,
too busy, too dead because in chasing the goal
taking a day off is not an option
nor is using a dreaded word:
I
must
beat
the cup.
Personally, I must put together a month
of poems that I am proud to have written.
Inspired or not,
I must write.
Halfway through the morning, I,
who have never been a clock watcher,
start checking the time: Is it Noon yet?
Is it Noon yet?
An hour to go.
Minutes later: Is it noon yet?
My days begin to revolve around the magic hour.
Regardless of when my day starts,
it begins the moment
the prompt is posted.
Lists of words to be avoided at all costs
write pen and pen
with the oddball ones that must, somehow,
fit in. Poetic license to the fore!
Days requiring numerous words
we cannot use
are always more stimulating.
Requiring extra thought,
extra care.
There should always be
words to use; words to avoid.
Occasionally have more
than two that must be included.
It is a challenge after all!
Construction:
we must build
our poems,
our skill,
our craft.
It is a cup we must fill to
overflowing with our words.
To fail will lead to
destruction.
I, Fyn,
must prevail.
Fyn
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