Pre-poetry micro-challenge: Day 5 -- rainbows

Seriously, I have a thing with them. With bright blended colours. With... well, today's writing inspired me to create this new pin board. It hopefully speaks for itself. But in case it doesn't, here's the actual pre-poem:

What is it with me and rainbows? I have this fascination with them in various forms. I just love the progression of bright colours from one into to the next, blended but strong. Red to orange, orange to yellow, yellow to green, green to blue, blue to purple to red. And then there's the non-analogous blends. Red to blue, with but a small, illusory blur of purple in between. Rainbow hair, rainbows on the wall, rainbow on my plate, rainbow in my pocket, rainbow on the page.

Pre-poetry micro-challenge: Day 4 -- steampunk

Getting more structured with each post. I like it and I don't. Part of me wants to stay elemental with just word association, but part of me wants sentences, poetry over prose, etc. Interesting to see these predilections coming out of their own accord. It's amazing what we can learn when we stick to the plan.

Pre-poetry micro-challenge Day 3 -- Ideal experimentation

Which one is the right one? Only one way to find out.

experimentation at its best, I long to use my kitchen as a test kitchen, but the space, the increase in the amount of food we'd have to buy, the increase in the amount of food we'd EAT! 4 cakes, which is best? so objective, I'm left wondering. what makes things good is so defined by personal taste. I don't know how to describe what I like in a cake. I'll have to taste them all. Bake them all. So tempting. Record-keeping is my nemesis. How to do it, when, in what form, where, for what purpose?

Pre-poetry micro-challenge: Day 2 -- figure vs ground

Today's imagery seems to focus on perspective. Seeing a large thumbnail of this image, I couldn't tell if it was a gnarly tree or a river delta seen from a height, a photo or painting or mixed media, nature or vision made real, organic or inorganic. I did know that I found it beautiful.

Tree or delta? end of the world, or source of life? fall and summer colours, beaten gold and copper, algae and deep, still river water, like metal leaf on canvas or wood, this should be a piece over the mantel, or a miniature on a pendant, a little shrine to nature, what's behind the tree, I wonder? The sun, and a clearing, or perhaps a picnic or a cottage, figure or ground, receding or advancing, these are the questions the eye asks. Sun-dappled shadows, playful, sinister. Molten minerals.

Pre-poetry micro-challenge: Day 1 of 21

Baby steps, right? So I like words, I like poetry, I like pretty stuff, I like art, and I know that somewhere deep down, I like creating. But I find it hard to get started, and hard to feel "into it" once I do. When everything's like pulling teeth, it's hard to find making stuff enjoyable. Today I decided to try an experiment in step-by-step goal-setting. A finite, habit- and mindset-building micro-goal if you will.

Each day for the next 21 days, I will do something that I already know I can do and that is uncomplicated enough that I can already do it and feel successful at it: I will find an image, and write out the words and ideas I think of as I look at it.