Guerilla Poetry

I provided a prompt yesterday, at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, to try some Guerilla Poetry.  A dare if you will, to expose your poem or one you like to the world. Today I printed out 3 poems, Hope by Emily Dickinson, Pablo Neruda's poem Bird and in honor of Halloween, an Edgar Allan Poe poem.   I was going to go to the library, but didn't make it. It was warm and breezy and I stopped for an Iced Coffee at Starbucks, which is located in a grocery store. There were so many people, I was intimidated, but knew I had to come through.  I went over as I was adding some Splenda and half n' half to my treat and using Post it tape, stuck it below the spice section.  I saw the barista smile at me, when my camera flashed. She was busy, but I wondered what she thought.  Next stop I hit the book, magazine section. There was a stuffed animal sitting oddly on a stack of books, as if some child had wanted it, but was told not today. I taped a poem to the large tag on the bear.  Next stop, big box store. I knew the Poe poem had to go in the Halloween section. Perfect, a lot of people will see it.  Many are still purchasing last minute items for the holiday.  An old man smiled at me, when I hurried out of the aisle, I saw him reading it.  The other poems, I did not observe anyone viewing them. I will try this again, when I have more time to linger and see how those around me react.  It was fun and I enjoyed thinking about who would find it and what their reaction will be. I am going to an art show on Saturday, yes I entered a photo.  I just may try it there and will be able to see the reactions.  Do you think that is cheating?  A lot of people come to purchase the art...What do you think?  I am thinking quotes might be fun too~  Have you ever done anything like this?

Poets United prompt #72  this week is Writer's Block, I have had this lately, but now to write a poem about it?!  Yikes!  I have felt drained this month.  A lot has happened,  my Mom moved into her new place, I wasn't there. My son's car accident, he is fine. Surgery... bleck...not a big deal, but the side effects where a pain, etc.   It has been an odd month... My writing seems to be influenced, by my mood. When I am stressed, it just doesn't flow the same.

Zig zagged thoughts demand balance
Sieved memories punctured
mushroom brain lacks luster
dullness disputes hope's view
Pressure probes endless thought
Biorhythms  low
Mystery high
Cycle of 3 encompass daily path
Symbolic trust will return
Patience must remain intact
Past connects the course
To hope’s door