I’ve been stymied by some of the Inktober prompts lately, so today I took a peek at what the people in the Tangle All Around Facebook group are doing. They’re holding a month-long Zentangle challenge called Octangling, and the suggested pattern for today is Conk by Alice Herndon. Here’s my interpretation:
Today’s prompt is being in the present.
my husband gets ready for bed I hear him snap his hearing aids into the charger the water runs he spits toothpaste into the sink I hear the dryer’s signal I still have work to do I’m tired, too my day’s been long with chores and errands I want to sleep until I wake refreshed but we have an early appointment his, not mine but he can’t do anything alone anymore our days are logistics problems to be solved nothing is easy we don’t know when things will be “normal” again I remember a different time when I was sleep deprived caring for our five children never a dull moment laughter and tears the days seemed endless but their childhood was over in a blink
©ARHuelsenbeck
Today’s prompt is dancing under the stars.
Dancing with the dog the dog wants out and I dance around the pool weighed down with an extra 10 pounds the result of staying at home it used to be I’d dance for three hours every Tuesday night now we don’t gather so I’m limited to a few minutes under the stars and music only I can hear I sway right and left touch heel and toe one foot crosses over the other and my fingers snap in rhythm slowly I make my way around the pool then slip into the backdoor the dog prancing in behind me
©ARHuelsenbeck
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The prompt is rocket.
I much prefer these uplifting, creative articles to the news these days.
Today’s prompt is change of perspective. My poem is going to seem “out there” if you don’t read the suggested process.
My Hair’s Covid Dreams My hair is tired of stay-at-home orders. Tired of being held back by the ties of my face mask. My hair wants to be blowing free at the beach basking in the sun. My hair wants to hang in my plate in a restaurant. My hair wants to fling around as I dance in public. My hair can’t remember the last time it was cut. It seems such a waste to wash it and comb it. Who sees it? Just a couple of people on Zoom. My hair is tired of ponytail elastics. It’s craving hair jewelry bling. It’s demanding retail therapy—and not the online kind. It wants to be dyed—not some inobtrusive color, but something sparkly and bold, something that will make people take notice. My hair wants a selfie on social media. My hair want to go viral, and not in a pandemic sort of way.
©ARHuelsenbeck
More Oddballs.
Today’s prompt is armor.
