Finally! Although, I say it never gets easier to do these challenges, but in some way, my process has been refined. I am really happy that I wasn’t up past midnight working on poems or tucked away in some corner at a milonga scribbling down my ideas. I made a point to finish a poem on most days before 9 PM, and definitely before going out for the evening. Often, I had to go with my first mind, follow a path, and make it work, which meant opening up channels within to let the prompts trigger experiences, emotions, observations, memories that I used to create poetry. Here is the last of what my first mind brought.
Day 28 (Prompt: Settling)
Pour yourself—pure and cool—
into a glass jar filled with the simple
sand of me at the floor.
Day 29 (Prompt: Realism/Magical)
Caladenia, the spider orchid, crawls
down the stalk, bit by bit, lands on the soft
moss of her clay pot.
Day 30 (Prompt: Calling It a Day)
At the happy hour, I’m still suited up
in dress and heels while the office men
have put their neckties and jackets
at ease and lowered their beers to half-glass.