Day 28, 29, and 30: Poetry Slam (Poetry Trifecta)

Dear Readers, I have three poems to present to you. Why? Well, I got caught up in life and car repairs that take longer than planned. C'est la vie, then? I used all of the prompts in some way, although not all of the poetic form suggested. I really like a challenge, but this month has had its own challenges that I have faced. 

In a return to my theme of universes, I pulled from places that are like my own little universes, or pulled from my own internal universes. I'll let the poems speak for themselves. 

My question for you, Dear Readers, what universes exist for you? How do they work? What places-internal and external- are your haven, or healing places? Leave me a comment below.

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from MorgueFile

Prompt: sea shells; Word Prompts: beach, ocean, shell, coast

Upon

Upon the sandy shores,

rocky too

the lakeside shores

where beginning meets the end,

forgotten,

like broken bottle turned to gem stones

and the discarded homes of lake life,

sea shells and beach glass

at home in Terminus.

Prompt: upside down; Word prompts: topsy turvy, vice versa, contrary, unhinged, muddled; Poetic form: Acrostic

Universal Within

Under the water, topsy turvy
Pressure building around the
Silence encasing me.
Inside, I am lost, contrary
Delveloping a complex, I guess
Even though I feel weak, life is

Daring me to try harder
Of the fears that have
Within and without--
Never will submit to being unhinged any longer.

Prompt: simplicity; Poetic form: Haiku

Simple Haiku

Nary a moment

that the universe won't speak--

just listen won't you.

Day 27: Ashes to Earth (Ghazal)

Word Prompts: spice, essence, tangy, putrid, earthy; Poetic Form: Ghazal

Think fall and that is what I wrote about today. Just some of the simple pleasures that come with the autumnal bliss. Enjoy, Dear Readers!

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from MorgueFile

Ashes to Earth

Ashes to earth, the loamy earth calling,

With aromas of earth and sky calling.

Songs of musky damp leaves that mottle the landscape,

Or the distant warmth cooking of apple cider calling.

What do you know of the autumnal wastes,

As the world slowly dies, is still calling.

With spicy cinnamon or tangy pumpkin,

Nestled within all thing edible and calling.

What do you think of this season of diminishing,

Both beautiful and desecrated calling.

Day 26: Death of the Muses (Epitaph)

Word Prompts: abandonment, desertion, relinquished, left, disbanded; Poetic Form: epitaph

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When I think of abandonment, I think mostly of the writer that has abandoned his/her work because of something that made them feel they needed to give it up. That is a hard view of abandonment. Not that any version of abandonment is easy. Abandon is a harsh word-even used in the poetic-the "Reckless Abandon" of love filled her heart with joy. It kinda sounds painful, in  way, doesn't it, Dear Reader?  To be abandoned in any sense is a loss, and one that I doubt anyone would enjoy. People are abandoned by other people, animals are abandoned by their owners, and muses can abandon their patron artists. So, in lieu of writing a sad poem, I am, Dear Readers writing an epitaph. An epitaph, while used primarily for for sad testaments on tombstones to honour the dead, is a lot like limericks, something silly to remember the sad. I wanted a something that got the point of abandonment-being left alone-present, but also something that people can at least smile at and say, "I get it!" I hope you enjoy my endevours.

From MorgueFile

Death of the Muse

It can only be left unsaid,

that when the muses disbanded in dread;

that maybe it was a sign bred

of  fate's desertion to writer's block that widely spread.

Day 25: Red (Free Verse)

Prompt: Red

Something simple, something comforting. Pull out the marshmallow and hot dogs, Dear Readers!

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from MorgueFile

Red 

Firey glow,

my flames fanning me warm

against the chill of the morning.

Crimson to gold,

like a treasure of heat and fire,

I am glad for the warmth,

even with the danger posed--

a warning,

a beacon, 

a ominous glow,

and yet great for roasting marshmallows.

Day 23 and 24: Undoubtedly and Fantastical (Haiku and Lento, respectively)

Day 23: Prompt: Undoubtedly (Haiku)

Today dawns gloomy--

A day like any other

Without writing prompt.

From MorgueFile

Day: 24 Prompt: Fantastical (Lento)

Fantastic Feeling

In the midst of the controlled chaos--

When the energies of every colour,

Begin building up the surrounding pathos,

Then sings with a gentle purr.

From that song, the world breaths life--

Calm, a pulse you feel within your chest

From something tripping the fantastical and rife; a

Psalm that will make you feel blessed. 

This form was really hard, with double rhyme in the beginning and at the bend. I left you with a little joyous hope today; I hope you enjoy, Dear Readers.

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Day 22: Danger, Dark Corners (Trolaan) and a Haiku

Prompt: Dangerous; Word Prompts: desperate, insecure, vulnerable, wild, unreliable; Poetic Form: Haiku and Trolaan

Dangers of ones mind when left alone to think. Sometimes that is the scariest or dangerous thing ever.

Insecurities

in the middle of--

somewhere hidden under water

are the eyes of fear.

from MorgueFile

Danger, Dark Corners

In the darkness, vulnerable are we
Isolated from others around.
If I get scared, it's because I see
insubstantial shadows, hear distant some sound.

My mind starts to wander--
Maybe it's all in my mind,
Maybe I am just looking for closure,
Making it all up as figments entwined;

That's the moment when desperate, you feel.
There in the darkness, vulnerable
Those are the times when all seems real
Tricksey, wild thoughts seeming to kindle.

And there is a surrendering done,
About the time you realize
Another moment won
as you uncover that it was unreliable.

Day 21: Beach Combing (Terzanelle)

Prompts: Nature Calling; Word Prompts: rocks, water, birds, trail, sand; Poetic Form: Terzanelle

Just gonna let it speak for itself, Dear Readers. Leave me some love below... Thanks! If you need to rhyme, check out Rhymer.com

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Beach Combing

Upon the shore I stroll,

with splashing waves, no silence here,

and somehow the noises calm my soul.

At the time of endings year

To the end of the world I come,

with splashing waves, no silence here.

Across the glassy waves there's a hum,

lost against the forever infinitude 

To the end of the world I come.

This is where I come to lift my mood,

with songs of waves and birds--

lost against the forever infinitude.

It is here where I can find the words,

wrapped with the moments of peace

with songs of waves and birds.

To know I have found a piece

wrapped with the moments of peace.

Upon the shore I stroll,

and somehow the noises calm my soul.

Day 20: So Spoke the Queen... (Free Verse, Tetractys)

Prompt: White; Word Prompts: purity, hero, clean, light, energy; Poetic Form: Tetractys

from MorgueFile

What is Yours?

Light

Shining

Across fields

is the hero

hauling the heaviest stone, bloodied.

Wanting to give up the battle to rest,

yet the light glows

energy

alive

Me.

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I had been thinking a lot lately, about what makes a hero and the like. I always thought that heroes can bear more than mere man, whether in strength or knowledge. I also had the thought that heroes went into battle. What I failed to see when I was younger--or as recent as last year--that heroes are the one who bear the weight long past when they think they carry it, yet they still carry it.

I am not a hero, Dear Readers. What I am is a fighter, a warrior, striving to become a hero. I make mistakes, learn new things, and when the weight becomes too much, I rest and pick back up and carry on. Between meeting my mentor and reading his words, talking to him, and finding my own path, I have open up to the possibilities that anyone can be a hero, and anyone can carry the burden, the weight beyond what they though they could. It's about truth, both the good and the bad, there are many truths and crucial that you and me must see that. We must see that and keep going.

Something else that was wandering through the hallways of my mind, as a hero we owe it to the world to help others. This is where my mentor sneaks in. "We are all running our own race and not in competition with each other. We must help each other to the finish on." Okay, that was probably slightly paraphrased, but that is the idea. We need to fight our battle, run our race, but also help others along the way.

Also, it is okay to rest, to stop and gather your forces before the coming battle. No one will think ill of you (if they do, then they are slug brains.).

This means that I need to tell me story, honestly. I need to keep moving my stones to mountains (see the Celtic Woman song below and you'll see what I mean). Need to take care of me. It's been a long month. I can't believe is so close. I need to get a pumpkin, bake Halloween goodies, hand out candy, and go and celebrate Samhain (Halloween). Make this month worth living even if I struggled, lost a battle or two, and gained much more. Be the hero that I want people to see. And i am going to build my personal mythology, but that is for next month. Onto the poem, Dear Readers. This is a poem of heroes and finding the hero within you (me).

So Spoke the Queen...

Truly the lights shines

where steps the hero,

across the battlements 

and 

fields,

fighting against the enemy.

Tears comes to eyes,

wounds bleeding freely,

across the landscapes

is the stories we all know,

of heroes and kings

left to die

left alone,

broken; 

yet somehow they still stand anew

carving a way through.

And battles not always fought 

with sword

and 

lance,

yet,

here I sit,

writing

wars within me,

raging,

bruised and bloody;

tired,

trying to keep the fight going.

Heroes are not just

marines 

and 

knights in shining armour.

Heroes are everyman

with

their lights,

crossing out across the darkness;

like mine

though weary I am,

and wounded,

lifting the unmovable mountain,

because

I am a hero,

knght errant, maybe,

lost czarina,

or hidden queen--

a beacon lighting the way

even under the most crimson skies

and ice cold winds.

I will not fall...

Day 19: Woodsy Ode (Odes)

Prompt: Trees; Word Prompts: Forest, Sapling, Seedling, Woods, Mossy; Poetic Form: Odes

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An ode is poem praising a person, place, or thing (a noun). Today's poem is praising trees. Simple, Dear Readers? Actually it is. I haven't written anything in a form in close to a week. An ode gives me a chance to focus my writing into something specific. Granted, I didn't have to rhyme and count syllables today, but I do feel that returned to a form of mine own. 

So, I leave you, Dear Readers, with my praise of trees. What are your favourite types of trees, memories of trees, what you love, like, or hate about trees? Leave me a comment below...

from MorgueFile

Woodsy Ode

Upon the boughs do swing,

leaves

and vines

all shapes are size.

Give me the shade,

under your wide berth,

a forest of soldiers

not on the march,

but standing stock still,

as sentinels,

guarding

where I read

or

write--

my peace

and birth ideas

under mossy branches

of willow,

oak,

and  birch--

strong,

they hold back 

wind

and 

rain,

asking for no other,

let us do them the honour

then

of their caretakers be.

Day 18: Isolation Drama (Free Write)

Prompt: Senseless

Word Prompts: senseless, absurd, irrational, unconscious, empty

Never have I ever sat in an isolation tank, and after this story I m NOT sure I would feel comfortable, even if I managed to work through stuff. I have one REALLY BIG fear, beyond all other fears, that of being utter alone. Isolation tanks are something I am not sure I could survive. I don't know, as I haven't tried one. This guy's story at the Huffington Post was certainly interesting, but not sure if I am ready. In the mean time, Dear Readers, here is a poem about how I feel I might react to a stay in isolation.

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Isolation Drama

Absurd are the thoughts,
running through my head.
Senseless wanderings,

From MorgueFile

that take me past memories,
moments,
times both wonderful
and
terrifying
and I feel irrational,
believing in things long past,
or only just starting.
Its like my own turn,
within a floating casket.
I don't even know
which way is up;
a nightmare
in the day?
Cause I don't know what time it is.
Panic surges,
I am sure I will never escape
this personal hell
of memories
and emotions;
but then I see the light,
even in the pitch dark,
calm
and
reason returning,
as the timer buzzing,
signaling time's up.

Day 16 and 17: In-depth Savory Moments

Two for one today, Dear Readers.

Mid-month and I feel like I have walked into Free Verse Central. I who used to be so quick to jump on the poetic forms that were offered up as offerings to the gods. This last week I have bee skirting the edges of Free Verse town,hiding away from Sonnetville, or Villianelle Village. Free Verse Central, its not a terrible place actually, I have been finding to images to write about within this universe. Ha! Look at that, I found my theme (the universe, universes), and its still here, alive and well. I kind of went ijto the inter-personal universe that exist within all of us.

What things do you get in-depth? What is savory to you?

For me, my writing gets very in-depth at times, well most times, am am almost in-depth about things that I collect, whether its music, or Doctor Who stuff. And I think coffee, cheesecake, and really good soup is savory, but I also think that people are savory, and that is why I hang around the savory souls  do.

Savory: pleasant or agreeable in taste or smell. Piquant: of an interestingly provocative or lively character. 

I hope you enjoy the poems, Dear Readers.

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Day 16: In-depth

In Too Deep?

Nothing is too deep,
you see,
and
I don't do simple.
Writing,
Acting,
Loving,
as deep as the ocean,
maybe deeper--
if that is possible;
or forever as eternity goes,
even if that is cliche.
I don't see endings
only the possibilities.
I am in-depth,
completely
and
totally.
Just you try to stop me.

Day 17: Savory

Savory Moments

In that moment, and you know

pleasure on your mind,

in thoughts

of images,

scenes;

a smell  of

you don't even know of what,

just piquing your interest.

What was that?

An aroma of-- 

the sight of movement--

you hear your name.

All senses awake,

when savory scenes ignite,

passion,

flavour,

or aural pleasures.

Of-- 

your favourite music,

a plate of cheesecake

or mac n cheese,

or even the sight of someone held dear.

In these moments,

we are alive

and 

aware,

don't lose that 

give in to the moments,

the memories,

provocative

and see what the world has granted you.

Day 15 - Within Blue (Musette)

Prompt: Possibilities (Musette)

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Word Prompts: melancholy, northern, blues, noble, elated

from MorgueFile

Within Blue

Ocean blue--

down to the core

is true.

When sad

wrapped in blues

feel bad.

Truth is

Am somewhat lost 

in bliss.

Day 14: Shame on Haiku

Prompt: Shameful (Haiku)

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I don't want to rhyme this month it seems, and counting iambic feet just makes me antsy, at least today it does.  I can write some awesome Sonnets and Villanelles, but tonight after walking around my old college, I got a little thoughtful. Shameful is such a negative word, causing disgrace; and while I have felt shame many times in my short life, I would rather take a humourous approach. I am just tired of negative today, from everything it seems and want to take the lighter approach. There will always be shame and shameful moments. How can there not? I hope to overcome any of my shame learning, growing, and moving on from the things that have made me feel shame before, mostly by my own doing too. But this goes for anyone I have shamed too. That's important!

Okay, before I get too bogged down with semantics and details and such, lets get to the poem. I seldom get to write haiku with a good punchline. Most of my haiku are pretty, sometime whimsical, or even just plain strange. To take a lighter note I am going for the haiku with a purpose, one to laugh at the shame and help dissolve it.

Enjoy, Dear Readers! :-)

Shame on Haiku

When you see it done

aghast at the mere sight of

a poem not written.

Day 13: Come, River Ether (Free Write)

Prompt: Flowing (Free Write)

Word Prompts: slide, emanate, continuation, pressure, rhythm

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I believe the ruling force of the universe consists of a river of energy, or Ether. A spirit element that brought life to the void, the chaos (like Yahweh, or other Deities of your choice). This energy--I believe--is part of what artists tap in to to create, so along with their own experiences and knowledge, the ether is a inspiring force. Much like the Greeks believed in the Muses, goddesses that inspired mankind to write beautiful poem, carve great structures, weave soft fabric, sing powerful songs, so is this Ether.

I love the image of the Ether being a river, flowing through the world, heavens, universe. It is something we are connected to and I was inspired to write words that express this belief, concept, idea. Of the River Ether, that beats of the life force, creative forces that rules this universe/world.

What, Dear Readers, it is that inspires you? What is the driving force behind your creativity? How do you get inspired when you haven't been inspired in a long time?

from MorgueFile

Come, River Ether

A beat--

drumming,

thrumming,

A chant--

leading your head into a rhythmic pulse.

Its where to find the flow,

your flow

within the river ether--

that drives the universe.

Easy to find,

Easy to lose, 

never truly far away,

only when you feel lost is it far away,

but you only have to listen,

just listen

for the beat,

the thrum,

the pulse

and once again

you will be swimming in the river,

bathing,

cleansing your soul,

your mind,

and thus creating

something out of the flow.

Dy 12: Coming Strong (Tetractys)

Prompt: Strong - What comes to mind when you hear the word "strong"? Here are some of my thoughts: strong storm, strong body, strong spirit, strong drink...

Poetic Form: Tetractys

Word Prompts: strong, resilient, powerful, distinct, forceful, determined

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Simply put, I am powerful and will not be held back, especially by my own self, Dear Readers!

From MorgueFile

The Coming Storm

Strong,

Measured,

Within you

Only what you make.

Forceful and resilient I will be,

When I hear my call echoing outward,

As a storm builds.

Rolling in--

Distinct.

Here.

Quiet!

A moment

And I will

Not be held back.

The more determined at my chosen course,

With the waves at my back I sail ahead.

Heartbeat pulsing

Here comes the

Storm front

Me.

Day 11: Spirited She (Lively / Pantoums)

Prompt: Lively/ Word Prompts: spirited, gutsy, determined, feisty, zealous  (Poetic Form - Pantoum)

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I always come back to the pantoum. It's a song-like form, with its repetition and their something smoothing in the repetition. I can take pretty much any topic and write a pantoum. Hell, I want to do a month long challenge of pantoums now. I am such a poetry geek, Dear Readers.

This poem was inspired by my choice to life a deliberate life and face my fears. I remember being unafraid of a lot things, but as I grew older I started to become more afraid. Of course, I will always be afraid of centipedes and have a healthy respect for heights. But now I am going to face my fears, s of which include getting my children's book published, write a full stage play, and get at least one short story (hopefully more) published somewhere.

Today's poem is to inspire youm Dear Readers to find the lively with you and to not be afraid to be that, whatever it is!

from MorgueFile

Lively - Stimulating and invigorating: a lively breeze (one of many definitions)

Spirited She

Be fleet of spirit, she danced  down halls

unafraid of being feisty she was

this was who she was,

a force to be reckoned with.

Unafraid of being feisty she was,

yet still shy and unassuming--

a force to be reckoned with

though she did not know it.

Yet still shy and unassuming--

a test she had to pass

though she did not know it,

as she continued along her path.

A test she had to pass

with questions drawn from everywhere

as she continued along her path

taking with her knowledge gathered.

With questions drawn from everywhere--

tears  she cried and laughter sprang,

taking with her knowledge gathered

to fight battles much larger than she.

Tears she cried and laughter sprang,

A new determination grew

to fight battles much larger than she

and now afraid to reveal her lively nature.

A new determination grew,

squashed the fears so rightly grown

and now afraid to reveal her lively nature,

she knew she had to at long last

squashed the fears so rightly grown,

this was who she was.

She knew she had to at long last

Be fleet of spirit, she danced  down halls.

Day 10: Pain's Journey (Free Verse)

Prompt: Unfold (Free Verse night)

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I can't do forms this late at night and with too much in my head. So,  I am free versing it tonight. I used to be the queen of free verse. Okay that was back in school. But I always preferred free verse to poetic forms, as I got older I started to appreciate sonnets, kyrielles, dimantes, blitzes, etheree, and like. Now I like both ways, each side of the same coins. I have said it before, I love forms, but tonight I adore free verse. It's freeing!

Onto the prompt. Not  much I can say. there is a lot in my head lately. And because of that I turn to poetry to speak for me. It's late and I need to sleep. Today's prompt is like divine providence, coming at the right time. I just cannot write a full post about it tonight, Dear Readers. Armed with "Unfold", my mentor's words, some of my own, and some Lindsey Stirling I present...

Pain's Journey

It is a journey,

like any journey,

to master one's personal pain.

Some say that pain

is just weakness leaving the body.

How true those masters speak.

And, I say, 

pain is real,

and not permanent. 

Open your eyes,

see the future unfold before you--

there,

through pain

you are born 

into a world;

within pain,

you live

in a world--

between scrapped knees 

and broken hearts;

beyond pain,

you'renot freed yet;

one still has to pass through

the gates 

where pain lives,

to unfurl wings and 

fly 

after you have fallen.

Word Prompts: opening, event, feelings, paper, discovery

Day 9: Spirals (Cascades again, YAY!!)

Prompt: Spirals (Poetic Form: Cascades)

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*photos from MorgueFile.

Writing about spirals tonight. How appropriate! How life can spiral, down, out, up, and around, or away from you. I got a little deep tonight. I got some rough news and while processing it I wrote this poem. Writing, poetry heals the broken they sometimes say. This is very true for me, Dear Readers. I write my pain way (well, not all. But, its a start, and it keeps it from staying in my head, which is the worst place for it). Writing has helped me cope with a lot of life changes and personal growth. I also, love to be around my people when sad, or frustrated. So going to do something, like a movie, riding a carousel, colouring, geeking out to favourite TV shows, talking about books, for example.

Out of pain comes beauty transformed; means make good art! So, am making good art through my pain.

How do you cope with bad news, or personal tragedy?

"What we choose to focus on becomes the story of our lives, and there is always something good to make the object of that focus--even it's a single memory of victory. Let that become the beginning of your personal mythology."  ~James A. Owen

The Path Chosen

Down the winding stair

passing all the other floors,

as downward I go.

Its a helix spiraling,

running parallel with fate,

down the winding stair.

I know I must travel

this path that I lay before me,

passing all the other floors.

My journey, not yet over

There is much more,

as downward I go.

Day 7 (though its actually 8): Porous Poetry

I can't believe I labeled day 7 as Day 8! I must have been asleep at the wheel...

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Anywhooo...I am more confident with today's poem. I wasn't sure I could pull it off. Also, I am not in the rhyming mood, so I free wrote tonight and free versed the poem. I think it helped much, as my coffee break between my writing blitz and my poem writing cleared my head, thus I have more space with which to bounce ideas around in. I also kept the universe theme, although I depicted more of a world than a universe. But, its okay, Dear Readers, I like it better this way.

Day 8 (but labeled as Day 7) Prompt: Porous (Free Write/Free Verse)

Word Prompts: pervious, cellular, lucid, coherent, explicit

From MorgueFile

Minds can be porous, especially when you are thinking about some fifteen different things. I knw my brain gets very porous, especially when I am stressed. It's like stress makes holes in your brain, and then the water leaks out and you become dry, parched, thirsty. 

Dream World

Lucid moments,

where walls are like pudding 

and chairs are made of clouds,

you know you've thought about it before.

The playground of the soul

where porous thoughts drift

through the grey matter;

stories of knights riding to slay dragons,

or pirates seeking buried treasure

and the possibilities are endless

for the storytellers

after the sleeper has awaken,

left confused by what their cellular mind concocts;

only then can my mind play

with those possibilities

into poem or play,

or novelization.

It funny what my mind,

what it dreams up for me to write about.

Day 8: Food-a-verse and Free Write

Have you ever just couldn't get into a topic?

Well, today's my day, Dear Readers. I had zero muse work today and somehow still managed to write something with a little whimsy, or at least amusing to read. Sticking with my universe theme, I had to stretch this one a bit. I hope there's something that make you giggle, or at least smile.

I went with  free write tonight. I just  couldn't wrap my brain around rhyming and Rondels, which are actually fun to write. If I get inspired I will try to write one before OctPoWriMo is up.

So, what foods are so tasty that they are out of this world delicious, Dear Readers? I love anything with cheese, especially cheesecake. Leave me a comment below and happy writing...

*photos from MorgueFile

A Milky Way Galaxy

Ever stop to think

that dinner  is like a universe,
entrees and desserts
circling the table,
being passed around
like comets across the dining room.
A mini Milky Way?

Pungent odors,
stretching across
of liver--
not my favourite;
or maybe,
delightfully simple
as in Mac n Cheese.
My mouth waters just thinking about,
a food-a-verse at the table.

Enjoy the satellites
of manna
and eat your peas,
chew your bread,
and remember,
nobody likes okra.
Its like the black hole
of side dishes.

Day 6: Diamante (Tantalizing/Skin/Mind)

In keeping with my universe theme I borrowed the idea that the (my) body is like its own (my) universe; a whole system controlling a much larger system. The body and the brain, two halves of one whole. So, I took that and played with the poetic form, the Diamante, a diamond shape that starts with one idea and flows into the complete opposite. The two halves of a person, and what skin (body) and mind mean, and VIOLA!! I also free wrote a little verse about the  universal body-mind. 

I hope you enjoy, Dear Readers.

Day 5 Prompt: Tantalizing (Diamante)

Possibilities: What do you find tantalizing? What has provoked your interest or desire recently? Free write for ten minutes answering those questions or some of your own.

I love the feeling of certain sweaters or my black dancer pants. The softness make my skin tingle. Sunlight on my skin, after a long summer of being outdoors and active. My skin is wonderful and tantalizing when its been outside and moisturized and I run my fingers along my arms. Its sacred sometimes...

Tell me, what do you thinks constitutes a universe? Leave me a comment below...

From MorgueFile

Body-Mind, Mine

Epidermis

Expansive, Varied

Protecting, Changing, Growing

Sensitive, Tangible, Broad, Non-linear 

Calculating, Controlling, Knowing

Deep, Infinitude

Mind

~~~~~

Discoveries

Only in your mind

will you discover your body,

in desires and dreams,

tempting the possibilities,

provoking changes

that the body must accept

or decline,

a varied universe

with your own self.

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Day 5: Microcosm of the Garden (Sharpness)

Prompt: Sharp (Poetic Prompt - Blitz Poem) and write for 15 (10) minutes about sharp, sharpness, things that are sharp,etc.

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I went specific today. But in keeping with my universe theme that I started with, I thought about mini universes and my Mum's rose garden came to mind. My Dad planted 8 roses bushes in front/side of our old farmhouse (where he grew up), next to a row of Lily of the Valley, and out of the (true) front window there where Tiger Lilies. A pleasant memory, so I ran with it. I wish I had picture of the garden to show you, Dear Readers, it was a favourite childhood spot to sit and think (as much at seven year old think of deep philosophy and existential meanderings). Here's my favourite concept that I came up with and it is the one I started my blitz with. As blitzes go, what you start with isn't what you end up with.

What microcosms? What is sharp? How are microcosms sharp?

As always, Dear Readers, leave me some love. What is sharp for you? How do you deal with that sharpness?

Sharp are the thorns on a rose back in my mother's garden. Colours of the rainbow, reds, pinks, a yellow, a white, and even a light garden. Its like a mini universe of flora. A Flora microcosm.

photos from MorgueFile

Sharp Microcosms


Roses have thorns
Roses are pretty
Pretty are the flowers
Pretty, you are
Are you looking
Are there more
More to gather
More to see
See what I am
See the sunset
Sunset going down
Sunset is over
Over the hill
Over the time
Time is gone
Time for the end
End of an era
End of the day
Day is night
Day of the week
Week ends after tomorrow
Week is seven days long
Long time gone
Long am I waiting
Waiting for something
Waiting for anything
Anything I want
Anything is possible
Possible solutions
Possible dreams
Dreams of the future
Dreams I make
Make my own
Make the choice
Choice of left
Choice of Right
Right way or not
Right is not left
Left to my devices
Left alone
Alone is not bad
Alone I am not
Not what I planned
Not the end
End is only in sight
End is a beginning
Beginning
Sight...

Day 4: Purple "Sun Bruising" / "Edge of the Universe"

Have you every thought that watching a sunset is like watching the edge of the universe? That maybe there isn't much beyond the orangey crimson turning slowly into purpley greys; or maybe that the sunset is the gate to another realm. It's like all the possibilities there are are in the colours of the dying light.

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Today's prompt got me a little dark with my whimsy, which I try to keep up beat as much as possible, but sometimes you just have to go with the flow. Today is universe edge, sunsets, and emotional releases. (I will admit that some of this is Buffy Season 5 related). Also, Nina's album is inspiring today's poem. I am actually listening to the WHOLE thing now!

I wrote for 15 minute minutes on the subject of the colour purple; and no I do not go into the book. I have read it, but I wanted to try a free write. I don't usually do the free writes, but today I was curious. I came up with a few really good images.

Free Write:
Purple is a mixture of Red and Blue, anger and sadness. It seems like a peaceful colour, if maybe a little sad. 

...And a sunset long pass being a sunset, when the wound of the sun is to turn purple.

Purple, Indigo, Periwinkle, all purples that fade become Blues, which is when the happy is removed from life, leaving only the Blues of sadness. 

Word Prompts: shade, tone, tincture, spectral, mottle Poetic Form: Cascades

from MorgueFile

Sun Bruising / Edge of the Universe

Upon the edge of the world

where the sun sets across the sky,

like a wound beginning to bruise.

I can see the colours running together

a tincture for the sky at Day's End,

Upon the edge of the world.

A palette of emotions spreading

to mottle my own canvas,

where the sun sets across the sky.

Wrapping my skin in a spectral bandage

warm at the core, but cool around the edges--

like a wound beginning to bruise.

Day 3: Sparkling/Universes

Day 3: Sparkling

I decided to go with a slightly cliche concept, but this month seems to be about the universe, both macrocosm and microcosm. So, I am playing with those ideas with my them. It's the first time I've gotten a theme to go with each poem. I hope I can keep it up, Dear Readers. Aw, hell's bells, I WILL keep it up!!

Warning Ode (It's the Truth)

Hear me,

Oh Heavens, that I doth present,

eyes that sparkle

like distant stars,

full of love,

do not doubt,

for I have seen the truth.

Hear me,

Oh Stars, that your beauty matches,

that of my Love's,

or mine own--

if I could stare into mine.

Hear me,

All--

Heavens and Stars,

And to all people,

you kow this truth that eyes--

being windows to the soul,

mean you can knows the secrets

of the universe,

creation,

so don't waste it!

OctPoWriMo Days 1 and 2

Okay, so I loathe when I start late on a project, but I did have an excuse. I was acting in a 24 hour theatre production yesterday. In case you, Dear Readers, don't know what that is, it is where within 24 hours 5 to 6 short plays are written, directed, and performed in 24 hours. It's a rush and always entertaining.

This meant that my brain wasn't in the poetry frame of mind last night. I just binged on Buffy, the Vampire Slayer and baked brownies for a friends birthday today. Today is a new day. Today I am writing two poems, and thus will be caught up, and STAY caught up!! Ha! (Whose gonna take bets? Anyone?)

I have been on a Nina Gordon kick and I used Tonight and the Rest of My Life as my writing muse. I am following some of the prompts that are outlined each day on OctPoWriMo. Go check out my fellow poets while you're at it! They are wonderful!!

Day 1 Prompt: Time -Time is such a constant in our lives, racing the clock, wishing it would go faster or slower. Rarely do we get off the train of time and focus solely in the moment. What does time mean to you?

Time Race

Time,

racing by infinitesimal moments,

in a constant race

never stopping to enjoy

these moments

that arise.

Time,

rushing about in a hurry,

meeting and deadlines,

but always just missing

the right time,

for a sunset,

rainbow, 

or a kiss.

Time,

a master

controlling all of those moments;

or

Time,

a child asking to play

hide and seek

and wasting the days away.

Can be both,

or neither,

I suppose.

What will you choose?

Day 2 Prompt - The Void- as writers, and especially poetry writers, I believe we dive into the void on a regular basis to find the words, to gain perspective, to hibernate and more. How have you used the void? What does, "the void" mean to you?

Poetry form: Kyrielle

Reaching the Void

I could only see before me

A clear line of the shore of the sea,

like the edge of a universe about to sing

across the void to ring.

There's not much left I fear--

standing upon the wooden pier

watching time, as like a bird on a wing

across the void to ring.

Cold and open, naked I feel;

alone and lost, I know I must steel

myself, command fear that sting

across the void to ring.