It's that time again, Dear Readers.
It's funny to note the last time I posted to this blog was last year's OctPoWriMo. What a year (or two) it has been?!?! Sometimes I can't believe where I am now versus where I was, but here I am, still writing poetry. That part hasn't changed. It's just been a while and I don't always write everyday.
Dear Readers, so much has happened...
I got married. Moved twice. Changed jobs. Discovered I have anxiety and possibly ADD (undiagnosed). Self-published two children books. Realized that I like shows like "Schitt's Creek" and "Letterkenny". Lost a lot of faith in humanity, but still manage to function is society. (I usually prefer bullet points, but not today)
This post will be a long one. I have eight poems to post and a ninth one later tonight. I decided that this year I will try the recommended poetry type for each days poem, even if I don't like and struggle with the style. ~I am looking at you Villanelle~ There will be no edits to the poem, so they appear as I completed them, and hopefully no egregious spelling errors. #noapologies
Day #1 Anticipate (Cascade)
Floral Anticipation
Is waiting,
Always the waiting--
There is no patience.
Spending the time
In the garden, wandering and
Is waiting.
Just the impatiens,
Full in bloom they are
Spending the time
Growing, swaying in the breeze,
Passing the time they are
Just the impatiens.
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Day #2 Expire (Tanka)
Expiration Date
Too much time has passed,
Waiting in the garden and
Seeing the seasons,
They are changing, I am not.
Left wondering why don’t I.
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Day #3 Contemplation (free verse)
Song of the Procrastinator
When left alone,
I think.
Moire thinking,
Less accomplishment of my tasks.
You would think,
That with this time
All that can be done,
Is done.
Ha!
There is much to be said of contemplation
Of the task,
And the realization
Of the procrastination.
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Day #4 Cool Nights (Pantoum)
A Walk in Autumn
After the sun has gone down
The light hides away, making
Streets dark and unfriendly seeming,
A cool breeze, blowing.
The light hides away, making
Shadows fall long against
A cool breeze, blowing.
It is a cool night.
Shadows fall long against
The dying daylight,
It is a cool night,
The beginning of autumn.
The dying daylight,
Crisp, crunchy leaves and
The beginning of autumn
Is not scary,
Crisp, crunchy leaves and
Your favourite sweater
Is not scary,
Just a sign that seasons change.
Your favourite sweater--
Streets dark and unfriendly seeming,
Just a sign that seasons change
After the sun has gone down.
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Day #5 Path (Mirrored Refrain) x/a/B/A; x/b/A/B; ....
Remembered Path
If you walk this path;
Know that you walk alone,
Between the trees pass
With footsteps that hone.
Echoing against the trees;
You are the lone lass
With footsteps that hone,
Between the trees pass…
Remembrance of the past;
Memories that you have sown,
Between the trees pass
With footsteps that hone.
Giving the long forgotten gift;
Looking back into the glass
With footsteps that hone,
Between the trees pass...
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Day #6 Dream (Villanelle) a/b/a; a/b/a; a/b/a; a/b/a; a/b/a; a/b/a/a
Truth in Dreamland
Barely a glimpse caught
The barren and hidden trails,
You will only find it naught
Weaving between memories handwrought,
Hearing the songs of nightingales
That has you distraught.
Thinking of the things forethought
And sadness comes of fails;
Your memory of the thought.
Only can this be an afterthought,
When travels upon Nod’s travails.
Leaves me to unthought
The process begat to me in distraught,
I am only dreaming of sails
That has me here, brought
When I fell into the aforethought
Domain, Nod’s details.
My only chance , to find ought
That woke me from what I sought.
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Day #7 - Scales (Prose Poem)
Molt Prose
It is merely a covering of your skin,
More like your actual skin,
And if I pull it off, you will hurt.
It is not my way,
Little one, to hurt you,
Yet I can see that your skin is peeling.
You are growing,
And out growing your skin,
Your scales.
They flake off,
Feel slowly to the floor,
Gathering in circles,
Like cairns to the ancestors.
This is normal.
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Day #8 - Rainbow (Tanka) 5/7/5/7/7
Spectral Burst
After the rain falls
Between the misting rain drops
You can see light bend,
Stretching to be caught by eyes
In these colourful bursts.
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