2am my 8am
For Poppy's Prompts Challenge Thingo
2am my 8am
darkened solitude
patchwork brain
overacts, interferes
sleep, rest
problems hidden
plain sight
stacked, nested
Babushka dolls
tattered, torn
ripped with
bullet holes
bleeding through
everything
confidence
self-esteem
2am my 8am
craving sunlight
brightness, warmth
dandellions blowing
dew-licked grass
fresh hope
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Author's Notes: This is my first entry into Poppy's awesome Prompts Challenge thingo. You can find out more about it below.
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About the Creator
Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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Comments (13)
Ah, this is such an incredible entry! You expressed that feeling so perfectly, and each of the assigned words you just...totally slayed. Gosh, I felt this one. This is a winner in my book.
🧠 Nice brain! Both in cover image, poetic phrasing and imagery. I guess your brain is alright too!
This is really good, and I know exactly what you mean.
Love this 2 am quandary; I think Poppy will be quite pleased with your take on her challenge. I really, truly, deeply find your creations addictive.
Beautifully done & challenge well met, Paul.
The idea of problems being ripped by bullet holes is so innovative and brilliant, that I can’t stop thinking about it. Like you’ve spent so much time obsessing over the problems that they’re decimated, and the energy of the obsessing is akin to bullets. Wow. I love “2am my 8am”; it rings so well and is an entire poem in itself. Gorgeous gorgeous! This is such a fantastic poem, my friend. 🤯
I love this, Paul! The "Babushka doll" concept was really a nice, visual touch that adds to the sense of brokeness that hopes to be whole again ❤️
I really liked the flow of this and 2am my 8am brilliant. And thanks for the link to Poppy's challenge
I love this!! You used all the words so smoothly it felt like the words were taken from this poem!! I was excited about “patchwork brain” but then you used the other words just as masterfully!
Oooo, I loved the transition from intense and poignant to optimistic and powerful! 🍩🥐
Patchwork mind blowing!!! Love it! I 'emotionally & mentally' scarred my adult sons with your brilliant AI artwork!
Paul, this poem perfectly captures a sense of inner turmoil, isolation, and the yearning for hope and renewal despite the challenges faced! I especially love that glimmer of optimism with 'fresh hope'. Such a great ending! Loved it.
There's a lot you can do with two words per line. Except confidence is one, and that irked me!