Dreams and Fairytales Don’t Always Match

Free AI web copilot to create summaries, insights and extended knowledge, download it at here

939

Abstract

of little girls beyond the stars? When will there ever be time for splintered soul mending? Where is it written that everyone’s happiness is on par?</p><p id="3431">No, this feeling of uneasiness just digs in like a spur, a thorn. Digging deeper beneath the skin until it becomes a part of you. Festering. Rotting. Your blood simmers — leaving you torn: Emotions erupted and reasonable thoughts askew.</p><p id="7e62">Fairytales used to be told to scare children to listen and behave. Now? Now they’re used to maintain the status quo — to enslave.</p><h1 id="ddc0">The Challenge</h1><p id="4be6">April 1, 2023, started the 16th annual <a href="https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2023-april-pad-challenge-guidelines">April Poem-A-Day Challenge</a> on <i>Writer’s Digest</i> and ran until May 1, 2023. Each day during April, <a href="https://www.writersdigest.com/author/robert-lee-brewer">Robert Lee Brewer</a> posted a poet

Options

ic form, explanation, and his attempt on the <i>Writer’s Digest</i> website.</p><h1 id="729b">My Process</h1><p id="474c">Woke up to the annoying internal alarm clock left over from my teaching days, I roll hopped out of bed, wheeled to my so-called workstation, and I logged on to the Net. I went to the site, turned the page into a PDF, downloaded, saved, and logged out. Took a moment to open the prompt and read. Then re-read.</p><p id="d6af">Each poem has a different gestation period.</p><p id="ac82">After some growth and stretching, the labor pains came — giving birth to a brand-new creation: a first draft. A work freshly born. Not edited. No perfect word choice. Raw from the creativity well.</p><p id="2fac">I invite and encourage you to engage with the words.</p><p id="9459">What strikes a chord in your soul? What might make a great spin-off poem topic?</p><p id="f3d6">Until next time, Bonnie L. Boucek</p></article></body>

Fairygaol

This feeling always keeps coming back day after day. It doesn’t matter what time it happens — it’s the same. Nothing seems to be vibrant. Alive. Just muted gray. I wonder how to make sense of Life. Who’s to blame?

What happened to the fairytale about happy endings? Why raise the hopes of little girls beyond the stars? When will there ever be time for splintered soul mending? Where is it written that everyone’s happiness is on par?

No, this feeling of uneasiness just digs in like a spur, a thorn. Digging deeper beneath the skin until it becomes a part of you. Festering. Rotting. Your blood simmers — leaving you torn: Emotions erupted and reasonable thoughts askew.

Fairytales used to be told to scare children to listen and behave. Now? Now they’re used to maintain the status quo — to enslave.

My Process

Woke up to the annoying internal alarm clock left over from my teaching days, I roll hopped out of bed, wheeled to my so-called workstation, and I logged on to the Net. I went to the site, turned the page into a PDF, downloaded, saved, and logged out. Took a moment to open the prompt and read. Then re-read.

Each poem has a different gestation period.

After some growth and stretching, the labor pains came — giving birth to a brand-new creation: a first draft. A work freshly born. Not edited. No perfect word choice. Raw from the creativity well.

I invite and encourage you to engage with the words.

What strikes a chord in your soul? What might make a great spin-off poem topic?

Until next time, Bonnie L. Boucek

The Creativity Well

Dreams and Fairytales Don’t Always Match

April 01, 2023 — Poem a Day: a foolish poem

Fairygaol

The Challenge

My Process