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Tuesday, October 31, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 31 - Halloween (Hallow's Eve)

Word Prompts: mysteriously random, foggy night, crimson, midnight, shadow, smoke, raven,
scarlet, umber, rust

Random Word Generator: pink, identical, herald, academic, pork, stage

Maena from MorgueFile

Hallow's Eve

It's all academic,
they say--
foggy night,
random shadows, 
but how do you know about the spooks
spirits that haunt Halloween night?

Give me shadows,
a quiet walk through a silent neighbourhood,
filled with pumpkins
and children's laughter,
and then suddenly 
you heard the music,
no one is around--
or are they?

Footsteps following,
hollow sounding on the concret pavement,
a glance back,
you know the feeling,
sure of the knife wielding
behind the hedges,
looking for his sister?

Darken house,
crimson light
coming from behind closed doors
and humming within the walls--
is this a nightmare
or just a fantasy created in my head?

Is this at all real,
or maybe just the result of
late night horror movie showcase.

Monday, October 30, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 30 - Forbidden (Rebel Desires)

Word Prompts: forbidden, denied, banned, rebel, conform

laryssamw from MorgueFile

Rebel Desires

That which is denied
only makes it more desirous,
to be a rebel within
the standards dished out by others.

Only makes it more desirous
to want to cheat the death of
the standards dished out by others,
drive faster, jump from planes.

To want to cheat the death of,
or maybe just read banned books,
drive faster, jump from planes,
the risk is worth the scrutiny.

Or maybe just read banned books,
like a piece of forbidden fruit,
the risk is worth the scrutiny
to light the darkness created by fear.

Like a piece of forbidden fruit,
I lap up the juices and rebel,
to light the darkness created by fear,
that is the ultimate response.

I lap up the juices and rebel,
to be a rebel within
to light the darkness created by fear,
That which is denied.

OctPoWriMo - Day 29 - Breathtaking (Dangerous View)

Today's Prompt: Breathtaking

All I can say about this day's prompt is think story time, Dear Readers. I played with images from fairy tales while concocting the premise of the poem, and then built a story around it, as a villanelle.

It helps to write a villanelle if I have a basic story already in my head, Dear Readers. I think i comes from the rhyming, it's much easier the rhyme if you are telling a story. At least for me it is.

Dear Readers, tell me what dangerous views you have seen on your life's adventures, and leave me some love. Enjoy!

FaFulanita from MorgueFile

Dangerous View

A brush with danger
shining ever so bright
with a petulant ardor

that gives you closure
for the gallant errant knight receives--
a brush with danger.

A challenge made fonder
that you must have to write
with a petulant ardor

of a full night of lunar
preparations for a fight,
a brush with danger.

There is none indeed nobler
in justice and of right
with a petulant ardor--

a lover of pleasure
that somehow might
greet a brush with danger
with a petulant ardor.

OctPoWriMo - Day 28 - Belonging (TRIBE)

Word Prompts: Affirmation, Clash, Community, Country, Estranged, Family, Flag,
Home, Team

Poetic Form: Clarity Pyramid

A Clarity Pyramid is a poem consisting of two triplets and a single line (7 lines in all). Usually, this poem is center aligned when displayed.

The first triplet has 1, 2, and 3 syllables. The title of the poem is the one-syllable word of the first triplet, which is displayed in all capital letters. This line is followed by a two-syllable line, and then a three-syllable line, both of which clarify the definition of the poem, or are synonyms for the title.

The second triplet has 5, 6, and 7 syllables. Its design is based around a life event contained within the triplet which helps give a poetic view or outlook on the first line (title).

The last line is 8 syllables, and is in quotations as this line contains a quote that defines the first word (title).

Melodi2 from MorgueFile



in what passes for
we know of love and trust
"arranged unconventionally".

This is a different style of poem for me to write, and while it wasn't difficult with this day's topic, I still had trouble find the right words. This poem mean a lot to me on a very personal level, Dear Readers, and not one that people are likely to guess. I leave you with the image I've created of happy bonds of a tribe. 

Mine is those closest to my heart, and I consider myself part of various tribes. The most important are the theatre and writer tribes with which I share a common love of theatre and writing. There is also my family tribe (which isn't always blood related), my blood tribe (family) of course, and other smaller or specific tribes (fandoms and clubs) like Whovians and Desert Listeners (Night Vale). If you think about it, Dear Reader, there are so many way you can sort yourself into tribes.

How you view your tribe?  Who is included? What do you stand for; gender, sexuality, similar interests, etc?

Leave me some love and a comment below. Enjoy!

Friday, October 27, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 27 - Haiku (Into Room Walking)

Word Prompts: Memories, Petals, Sweet, Springtime, Yesterday, Scents, Nature Love

Poetic Form: Haiku

The haiku is one that is generally about nature. It's a three lined poem that has a  5-7-5 form (five syllables, seven syllables,  five syllables). A classic haiku also has a seasonal reference and has focuses on  two different, but related image or ideas.

from MorgueFile

Into room walking

Into room walking--
wall of olfactory
scents make you smile.

Thursday, October 26, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 26 - Visual Poetry (Visual Noise)

Writing Prompt: Which one sounds, looks, feels like your mind at least some of the  time?

Poetic Form: Cascade.
      *a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C

Piotr Siedlecki from Public Domain Pictures

Visual Noise

Like it's aural partner,
the mental white noise
filling in the spaces between.

When it's hard to sleep,
or maybe all you can do
like it's aural partner

a painted lullaby for the masses--
your mind will create a picture of
the mental white noise.

Will it sail you of to sleep
or detain you on sleepless shores,
filling the spaces in between

of dragons and pirates,
sometimes, you know very well
When it's hard to sleep

and you lay upon your bed, 
questing for white mental bliss
or maybe all you can do

to channel all those thoughts
into a wall that will block it out
like it's aural partner.

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 25 - Satisfaction (Ode to Satisfy)

The Prompt: In what ways to you taste satisfaction?

Word Prompts: taste, satisfaction, food, sample, accomplishment

Poetic Form: Perhaps an Ode would be appropriate.

Ode to Satisfy

With accomplishment
comes the satisfaction--
to eye 
and tongue.

that burns within
and hearts,
a longing for something 
not currently possessed.

Sweet to taste,
like ambrosia,
maybe honey
or sucrose,
if never having tasted ambrosia;
can be sour too,
in the wrong doses.

Either way,
it can be addiciting,
like heroin,
deadly or life saving,
how will you satisfy yours?

Poem says it all, Dear Readers. I do have a question about writing poetry. Do you just write and let it be, or do you write and revise your poems until they sound right? I realized that I often write a poem and only revise (tinker) spelling, maybe some grammar work as necessary, and only  sometimes include actual revisions. Let me know how often to revise a poem after you write it. Enjoy!

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 24 - Blitz (Emotional Blitz)

Writing Prompts: sexuality, books, music, nature, poetry

Poetic Form: Blitz Poem

GaborfromHungry form MorgueFile

Emotional Blitz

read me a story
read my poetry
poetry is books
poetry will sing
sing this line
sing the emotion
emotion makes you cry 
emotion is life
life is all around
life is sunshine
sunshine rises
sunshine to brighten
brighten my mood
brighten the sky
sky is blue 
sky is cloudy
cloudy nature
cloudy mood
mood is music
mood is everything
everything is signal
everything in time
time can be wasted
time can be earned
earned a moment
earned a dollar
dollar for a candy bar
dollar for your thoughts
thoughts are incomplete
thoughts are you
you can only
you are real
real is the sunlight 
real is the blood
blood pulses through
blood sustains
sustains my soul
sustains my hunger
hunger for the words 
hunger for the love
love me when
love for you
you are sexuality
you can truly be
be aware of the
be aware of me
me I am
me I love

Monday, October 23, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 23 Iris and Arke (Arke's Bow)

Writing Prompt: Iris and Arke, the rainbow sisters, both are messengers of the gods. Arke was the muted second rainbow who betrayed her sister and became the messenger of the Titans in the battle of the gods. She was banished to Tartarus after the Zeus and the others gods won.

Think about messengers, and even use the story of Iris and Arke if you want. How do you think those sisters were feeling? What really made Arke leave? What was the message?

Poetic Form: Nonet

Arke's Bow 

We speak in colours arching skyward
and I can feel over shadowed
when my sister speaks in bow--
the language of our kind.
No matter how loud
I try to speak,
I'm muted--

cheriedurbin from MorgueFile

OctPoWriMo - Day 22 - Purposeful Passion (Once Upon a Journey)

Writing Prompts: Passion, Bliss, Journey, Compass, Purpose, Winding road, Crooked path

Once Upon a Journey

Upon the road,
you trod.
Upon the road,
you travel.
A journey is worth a thousand
or maybe the road not taken--
classic cliques
a gift from poets 
wise men.

I prefer to travel
where my bliss takes me,
no compass can direct me,
nor winding roads 
and crooked paths elicit
a lost way.
Purpose when true,
ignites passion
and that is the
only thing I will need.

GaborfromHungry from MorgueFile
What was your favourite journey, Dear Readers? Mine was the tine I went to New Orleans for the weekend (when I lived in Dallas, TX), or maybe when I just went to Rochester with my friend, Kaylara, or even when I first met my mentor, James A. Owen in person at Faerie-Con. What were your favourite journey's to travel, adventures to be had. Leave me a comment below , as always. Enjoy!

Saturday, October 21, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 21 - Nothing Remains the Same (Daily Challenge)

Word Prompt: Change, Transformation, Balance, Stagnation, Adapt, Comfort zone, Complacency, Nostalgia

Poetic Form: Abecedarian (Alphabet Poem)

Daily Challenge

Advantage none, and
before you think
consider this,
desire and 
for those who want it--
get to work.

Hardly anything worthwhile
is easy.
Just remember that,
kindly and with
love that
mileage varies.

Nor should you forget this,
only you stand in your way.

quite simply is the
return to the point of beginning and
start again; if 
there's a course correction,
under the guise that you planned it that way.

Very likely that you did,
when you stop to think
e-actly where you are,
you can do this with 
zero true failure.

OctPoWriMo - Day 20 - Desires (Anatomy of a Kiss)

A day behind, but the topic is worth it. I don't regret anything, because a kiss is worth it.

Word Prompts: first love/first kiss/first time, hunger/thirst, craving, yearning, wanting

Anatomy of a Kiss

Somewhere between 
love is like that,
never satisfied
with a kiss
that'll last for less than thirty seconds,
but feel like a million and one years.

Tasting like, 
or raspberries,
maybe even cheesecake.
I never want to give it up.

A joyous outburst,
that won't be contained,
and why would you want it,
when flying is so much more.
Above the trees,
the clouds,
the stratosphere.

Breathing in,
breathing out,
I don't even care,
wet on warm,
breathe into me,
out of me--
one half of a whole.

Clarita from MorgueFile

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!!

Friday, October 13, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 12 - (A Drive One Day)

I tried to write a sestina, Dear Readers, I tried. Alas, the inspiration that I had would not channel through this form. Every time I try, every time, well, I may get 1 good stanza, and then it just sort of falls apart. I wrote one once, a sestina, that is. It was terrible. I have mentioned it before on this blog, I won't bore you with it now. A sestina, while it is a very detailed form is just not for me. I would rather write a million sonnets or blitz poems, hell even a shape poem, just not a sestina. I'm sorry, Beverly! I tried. 

What poetic forms just don't work for you? Do you know why? What are your favourite poetic forms to write in? If  you not a poet, what do you hate to write, what do you love? Leave me a comment below. Enjoy! 

So, I the mean time, Dear Readers, I will present the poem I wrote out of the first stanza of the failed sestina.

Word prompts: joy, clouds, music, rocket, coffee, imagine

A Drive One Day (of Many) 

Should be relaxing,
not filled with 
pumping music, 
and questioning all of existence--
achieving the desire 
to work
to be productive
to feel alive,
but somewhere between coffee
and the wispy foggy clouds,
I am here,
extremely fast over the asphalt,
pulsating rhythms
and blood through my veins,
questioning always,
why the road 
looks more like a black sea
than pavement.

from MorgueFile

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 11 - Dancing with Your Muse (Feel the Rhythm)

Inspired by Morgan Dragonwillow's dance post on the OctPoWriMo site; and a friend of mine's long blonde hair that has pale pink tips from when she had bright pink hair. It reminds me of a golden waterfall, especially when she curls it. Her name's Kaylara, but I call her Birch, and so I dedicate this poem to her.

Writing Prompt: dancing with your muse

Poetic Form: pantoum

Feel the Rhythm

Feel the rhythm of the earth,
a loamy mass, pulsing life.
It can only get better
if you simply remove your shoes.

A loamy mass, pulsing life,
beating out a merry tune
if you simply remove your shoes,
you can tap along in time.

Beating out a merry tune
to maybe pass the afternoon,
you can tap along in time
gyrating all the while.

To maybe pass the afternoon,
in dance with your partner fair
gyrating all the while,
an hommage to the Muses Nine, you see.

In a dance with your partner fair,
she spins a wild abandon step
an hommage to the Muses Nine, you see
is where comes the poetry.

She spins a wild abandon step
is where comes the poetry
in a dance with your partner fair--
an hommage to the Muses Nine, you see.

for MorgueFile

OctPoWriMo - Day 10 - Powerless (In Darken Times)

Writing Prompt: powerless (taken in the literal sense).

In Darken Times

When without power
strike a match to light candles--
don't light your fingers.

from MorgueFile

Monday, October 9, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 9 - Palindrome (Intrigued)

I will leave this here, a palindrome poem, Poem palindrome, a here this leave will I.

Word Prompts: mystery, intrigue, smoke, ashes

Writing Prompt: tapping the ash of her cigarette

Poetic Form: palindrome


A mystery--
it's happened.
One moment,
smoke curling
She stood there and
smoke cigarettes.
leaving ash trails.


Trails ash leaving,
cigarettes smoke
and there stood she,
curling smoke.
Moment one
happened, it's
A mystery.

Sunday, October 8, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 6 - (Pain Adventures)

I'm breaking with the pattern Dear Readers. This is my month! Ah-ha!

Writing Prompts: Adventure, Headache, Dreams

from MorgeFile

Pain Adventure

There goes your plans,
when a headache
comes to call,
knocking on your eyeballs,
and cha-cha through your sinuses.

It's like a challenge,
not moving your head
when it aches,

Will it  take a bribe,
of something like currency,
in Advil,
or Tylenol?

Barter your way
to relief,
by trudging to market
with your wares
of Asprin and Heat
and hopes it is buying.

Only to find 
that it has long since left--
no heat left
and Asprin flung on the floor
and you overslept again.

Morning has come.

11:07 am

I hope you enjoyed today's poetic fare. Adventures of headache attacks! What do you do when you get a headache? How do you combat this petty to severe criminal? Leave me some love and a comment below. Thank you!

Saturday, October 7, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 7 - Pantoum (Little Tea Cup)

So, I am picking my own prompt today, because LITTLE  TEA CUP!! Also, it was really warm and sunny today, and  my adventures included running, hiding rocks that other people have painted (Iz a new trend in the area, and Salvation Army shopping. I am feeling random tonight and want to get my poem in before midnight local time.

Writing Prompts: Going Too Far with a writing prompt

Little Tea Cup

It was a grand day for a tea party,
with the sun shining very bright.
The middle of October
and the leaves are raining down.

With the sun shining very bright,
I am racing laps around
and the leaves are raining down,
I don't feel the time pass me by.

I am racing laps around
and yet I am standing still--
I don't feel the time pass me by
when I hide the tea party rocks.

And yet I am standing still
for the moment looking around
when I hide the tea party rocks,
swallowing the whole of time.

For the moment, looking around,
a cup of tea set just for me.
Swallowing the whole of time
in the middle of the room.

A cup of tea set just for me
swallowing the whole of time
in the middle of the room,
and for a moment, looking around.

11:57 pm

It is a extremely random poem tonight but I also had a headache in the later hours of the day and I took a nap. I am sure that some of this poem is part fever dream (or headache dream), but I miss writing pantoums. I figured my random day adventures might work well with this form.

So, Dear Readers, what have you experienced that have inspired your writing (poetry or otherwise), or what strange items has you found shopping at a Salvation Army store (or maybe yard sales and the like).

Leave me a comment in the comments below. And as for the weirdest thing I bought at a Salvo store, a stuffed stomach.

Stuffed Stomach and my Cat, Lucy

Friday, October 6, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 6 (While Pacing the Floor)

I am 41 minutes late...

....because I was distracted, Dear Readers. And I don't have a clue. Here's a cherita taken from something I am most familiar with, acting. Enjoy!

Writing Prompt: Pacing the Floor

While pacing the floor

I can see sun streaks across the carpet,
marking time's passage

in infinitesimal scenes
that play out to the much larger stage  
of the world's company.

Thursday, October 5, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 5 - Understanding (When I was Younger)

Today's Prompt: Brainstorm a list of the things you now understand that maybe you didn’t quite comprehend as a young person.

Simply put, today's poem in is the muses of an adult thinking back on the world as a child and the world as an adult. It's a good remind of the innocence of youth and the harsh realities of the adult. But, also, I'd like to think that I (and all of us) can remember that magical, whimsy even as adult, regardless of the state of the world.

Word Prompts: Magic, Skinned Knees, Candy, Small World v. Big World

When I Was Younger

When I was younger,
I could see
the magic floating on the air,
and politics never bothered me.

When I was younger,
a skinned knee
was the worst hurt in the world,
compared to that of a broken heart.

When I was younger,
a dollar could 
buy all the candy in the world,
today, ten will barely fill your gas tank.

When I was younger,
everything was so small,
now the world as we know it
is so much vast and scary.

from MorgueFile
Dear Readers, leave me a comment, or some love in the comments sections below. What about childhood do you miss, or remember fondly? What would you never want to return to (you don't have to answer that part if you don't want to)? What about being an adult do you fear, or enjoy?

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

OctoPoWriMo - Day 4 - (Traveling by Ink)

Today's prompt is very whimsical and faerie tale inspired. I certainly needed it today; something I can escape to, what with the political climate, the natural world rebelling, and the passing of Tom Petty (who hit me harder than I thought possible, especially since David Bowie and Alan Rickman's deaths last year). I just wanted to open what a doorway and walk or jump through. I am also hoping the Doctor will land the Tardis outside (or inside) my door and scoop me up. 

Anyway, Dear Readers, enjoy today's fare. Love me some love in the comments and me about a place to wish or want to travel to, or maybe a place you have traveled to recently.

Writing Prompts: between the clouds and the water, where poetry hides, fantasy location, vacation, in my world.

Traveling By Ink

Another world
where the clouds meet the earth--
a door opens,
leave this place for another
and somewhere 
you'll find
something important,
maybe treasures
or songs.

To write
of adventures to be had,
loves to be love,
or heartaches to live,
and makes living worthwhile.

Doesn't it?

from MorgueFile

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

OctPoWriMo - Day 3 - Cheritas (Too Hot)

Dear Readers, I have found a form that works wonders with my brain. The Cherita, a Malaysian poetic form, is like storytelling and songwriting without the rhyming and meter. There isn't  even any repetition. Cherita means story, and I'm excited to try it out.

Also, technically they are untitled poems, but I'm in the habit of titling my poems.

Writing Prompt: Metal, Taste, Taste of Metal

Too Hot

Licking my lips 

From the last meal,
the metallic burn leeching 

Onto my tongue,
nothing else remains
but charred steel.

Leave me some love below...

Monday, October 2, 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 2 - We Write Because... (Haiku Humour)

When the words don't seem right, or maybe I am too angry; that is the time that I think I need poetry the most.

It's been a weird day between the world going to shit, and feeling very helpless, yet wanting to be productive. I ended up not very productive....and yet, I still ran after work.  Good thing! The pulsing adrenaline making me feel alive. Still not thrilled with my muse today, so I take my helpless feeling and use that to write...

I am trying something new, trying to write humour--within a poem.

 Poetic Form: Haiku (Extended)

Word Prompts: Write, Poetry, Muse, Inspire

Haiku Humour

Why do I try to
And don't even know reasons--
from pen to paper.

Give me writing prompts,
and maybe I write something
deep like a well, now...

That would be a play
on words, some humour you say
to throw a punchline.

Would you be able
to catch it after it is
thrown, a mean left hook.

Sunday, October 1, 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 1 - Why Am I here? (Writer's Purpose)

Happy OctPoWriMo, Dear Readers!

Today's Prompts: family tree, DNA, roots and branches, origin story, ancestry, heritage

From MorgueFile

Writer’s Purpose

Upon the road I traveled,
So long and far 
Sometimes I’ve been alone,
With a companion
Singing the praising of the open road,
Vastness of the skies,
Deepness of the voids.

To be specific,
I have traveled far--
An adventurer lost to the desertscapes 
With no water,
Shoulder deep in quicksand,
Or out thumbing it across the miles
Like a female Kerouac;
Getting off on Billy’s sonnets,
Lulled to sleep by Poe’s grotesque songs,
Or singing the praises of Frosty’s travels 
Through woods dark and deep.

All the way grasping at my own experiences,,
Maybe seeking meaning in the course corrections
Birthed from catastrophes,
Rhyming my sadness
To the orgasmic joys of success.
I am not alone
With the words I put to page,
Or digital text,
Because I am reaching out to you,
Lighting the way in the darkness
That has forced itself upon everyone
At some time in our lives.

I am here,
Because others came before,
To speak their truths,
Tell their stories,
Build their mythologies,
As I am doing now.

7:51 pm

I wrote this in 10 minutes, but I had been thinking about the topic since about noon. Every writer, poet, playwright, artist, person has a story, they mileage varies and makes their stories unique. I wanted to tell mine, especially my story from the last two years, but oddly enough the words that came were more of why I write, and my influences. It's funny, you know what you want to write, but sometimes the words will still surprise you. Enjoy!