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Thursday, October 19, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 19 - Fox (Crafty Trickster)

Simply put, a play on the fox fables of Aesop, Dear Readers. Enjoy!

Word Prompts: playful, red, cunning, crafty, creative

Poetic Form: Florette
Rhyme scheme: a,a,b,a
Meter: 8,8,8,12
Fourth line requirement of internal (b) rhyme scheme, on syllable 8.

Fox and the Grapes - Aesop Fables

Fox and the Crow
Fox and the Bear and Lion
Crafty Trickster

Flash of red upon green fields
Many cunning ways it wields
bags of tricks taken from fables--
stories we have read from childhood hymnal shields.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 18 - Everyone Went On Eating (Always Eating)

Writing Prompt: everyone went on eating

Poetic Form: palindrome

from MorgueFile

Always Eating

for dinnertime
always, talking though not eating.
Hungry as ever,
not listening,
filling mouths wide.


Wide mouths filling,
listening not
ever as hungry,
eating not talking though, always.
Dinnertime for

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

OctPoWri Mo - Day 17 - The Dragon Chose... (Minimal Dream)

The Prompt

Here's my challenge to you: Choose 50 words. Write a poem using only those words, repeating and rhyming as you see fit. You can use the words as many times as you like, but limit yourself to just the 50 words.

Not particularly please with this poem, Dear Readers. I had wanted to play with rhyme, but there didn't seem to be time. (Oh, hahaha, Dear Muse!) Taking the feel and ambiance of the fairy tale, I free versed it. There is some potential there, but it's not what I was aiming for.

I used more than 50 words and only repeated one line three times, but still I feel there is something in this poem to maybe return to after OctPoWriMo and review it.

I would love input of this one, Readers. Do you think it works? Favourite parts? Weakest part? Leave me some love in the comments below. Enjoy!

Word Prompts: And the dragon chose, fairy tale, fantasy, minimalism, fiction

from MorgueFile
Minimal Dream

And the dragon chose
a tasty reminder-- 
always take 
the quixotic route 
to adventure,
as you will find yourself 
eating Turkish Delites
when you can no longer stand--
the dragon chose,
to ask you to the prom
dancing in times
and in musical rhyme.

and shining.
Travel by umbrella,
on breezes that taste of
lemon and meringue,
so soft and fluffy
only to arrive at your destination--
you'll never guess where...

...upon your bed,
laughing as the Dragon chose
for you to
eat your pillow
as you would eat a
Turkish Delite.

Monday, October 16, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 16 - Fears (When You're Chased...)

Writing Prompt: Fears

I could have taken this is a bunch of directions, but sometimes with fears you need some humour to temper the emotions. I remember back as a child, I was most afraid of things that I didn't know what they were, who a person was (what their name was), and feeling lost. If you take that and think about asking your fear (if they were people) what their name is/was, maybe your would find them less scary.

Also, there was this bit from the MTV show "The Maxx" that plays with this idea. Having Maxx's fears named Dave. So, I wrote a haiku about that. If you are curious to see what I am talking about, here's the clip I used.


When you're chased by fears,
Remember to ask their names.
Maybe, they're called Dave.

Sorry, I have to amend this poem, per request of Jesi.

When you're chased by fears,
Remember to ask their names.
Maybe, they're called Bob.

from MorgueFile
What are some ways you deal with your fears, Dear Readers? Leave me a comment below.

Sunday, October 15, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 15 - Vomit (Unsought Adventure)

What a topic! Well I am not one to pass up a topic, form, style for OctPoWriMo. Okay maybe Sestinas, but I haven't given up on this year's attempt.

Word Prompt: Vomit, Vomiting

Poetic Prompt: Narrative Poetry

Unsought Adventure

One moment--
and feel that nothing is permanent,

When I wake up,
I can't feel my feet
and my head is spinning.
I cannot move fast enough
through the quagmire,
like some strange journey 
through the Swamps of Sadness...

(I hope you get the reference.) the Ivory Tower 
and sought after release.

(I didn't think this reference would work so well.)

Wind blowing.
hurricane levels of fear
and gravity in reverse,
and knowing it didn't taste that way the first time,
but then,
maybe it doesn't matter.
In that moment,
the dragon is slayed,
the nothing is vanquished,
and the floor is so cold
that all you want is to sleep.

Note: Don't let me write about vomit again, Tamara, please, this poem is far to beautiful for something so gross.

OctPoWriMo - Day 14 - Movement (A Good Reminder)

I don't write political poetry, Dear Readers, but there is something I remind myself of on a weekly basis. Stay angry. Today's poem is just that, a reminder, whether for those living in these times, and also a time capsule for the future to know how we survived these times.

I also appreciate opinions and you are welcome to leave them in the comments below. I want to know what you think, and it is okay. I accept opinions of all sorts, just remember to be nice when you post, even if you are angry. And it is possible to be so.


Word Prompts: Ignite, Resist, Remind, Encourage, Create, Incite

Writing Prompt: Movement (Poetic Prompt - Cherita [I'm am in love with this form])

from MorgueFile

A good reminder to always stay angry

when watching the news in the year 2017
resisting the complacency they feed us

 whether on Twitter or Fox News--
igniting passions or ire, 
sometimes it is the same thing.

OctPoWriMo - Day 13 - Artist/Painting (Loving the Night)

Artists, Painters, Vincent Van Gogh, very few artist  will bring me to tears, make me gasp, and truly make me glad to be able to appreciate art. Vincent is the artist that made me realize that art, specifically paintings arr just as much of an escape as books or music. His work also reminded me that there are other painters that can inspire such emotion as his.

Starry Night. I was introduced to it in 6th grade art class, and a project that I really can't remember, except  that we made art. But, there it was, swirls of paint in a sea of blue. I was struck by it's power. That day we also listened to a song by Don Mclean  (Vincent) that also made me see the power that Vincent had over people, even though he never felt he had control over his own life. His paintings are wonderful. They show an invisible world that only Vincent knew, a sad and mysterious world, but yet so full of beauty and possibly even love (okay, and probably some alcohol induced paintings, but you know, what artist wasn't inspired by an outside substance?). And then there was the episode of Doctor Who,  "Vincent and the Doctor", yeah, all the feelings.

Note: Susan Werner did an amazing cover of Vincent that out does Don Mclean's version.

Vincent meets Lucy
There is even a movie, "Loving Vincent", that I am determined to see, because it is made of animated oil paintings, CGI, and live action.

Yeah, I love Vincent! I even named my stuffed turkey vulture, Vincent. I have not shame. :-)

Word Prompts: painting

from wikipedia

Loving the Night

Remember seeing the sworls of paint,
reminding me of a child's finger painting
with blobs of yellow 
swimming in a sea of blue.

and satisfying,
the teacher explained,
practicing art 
within the prescribed time.

Listening to songs,
the dark,
of the night sky
and the lonely man
who saw a beauty
that no one could understand,
who painted 
his sadness to canvas.

There were sunflowers,
and cafes,
churches too,
maybe there really was
a monster that followed him.
After a distant story of 
a mad man visiting
the painter,
realization that those monsters,
are only captured

...years later
and a million glances,
smiling at the sworls,
at the sadness
of the man
who translated the invisible
into something real.

Cafe Terrace on the Place du Forum
Church at Auvers (1890)

Dear Readers, what is your favourite painting or sculpture? Favourite artsit? What art inspires you to paint, write, or makes you feel all the feels? Drop me a comment below. Enjoy!!