OctPoWriMo: Day 21 (Tasty?)

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Prompt:  Explosive, Taste / Poetic Form: Synchronicity

Dare to Taste

Take a small dollop,

Scoop it up.

Be ready...

Explosive taste 

as slides down,

the creamy and the sacred.

It is everything you imagine?

Beware, because

maybe it is slimy?

No taste?

Just a runny mess and

more of a nightmare.

Culinary adventures abound.

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.

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Ode to Satisfy

With accomplishment

comes the satisfaction--

tasting,

eager,

joyous,

ravishing

to eye 

and tongue.

Desire,

that burns within

stomachs

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!

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.

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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.

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Day #17 - Poetry of the Senses

Today I write a poem using my 5 senses. Nice and simple? Good. I leave you, Dear Readers to enjoy my Morning Rituals.

Morning Senses

In the early hours of the morning,

After I have arisen

And the sun’s rays trickle in through the windows.

When I am awake enough

To see through blurry eyes,

The sun shines in

And I can see,

I can SEE!

In the early hours of the morning,

When I am up

And preparing my day,

I am sitting in my library

My ears are turned to the window.

There is birdsong echoing

Across the power lines.

They are singing the songs

Of the morning and sunshine

And I can hear,

I can HEAR!

In the early hours of the morning,

When I am seek blessedly new

And my skin is still quite asleep;

I am quite jarred by the sensation

Of cold upon bare skin

When my feet touch the crisp chilly air

And then do I make the motion

To find my extra soft and fuzzy socks.

And I can feel the warmth returning,

I can FEEL!

In the early hours of the morning,

After I am dressed,

Then I brew the coffee,

Like ritual I filled the water basin\

And scoop the coffee ground.

I feel like chanting the ancient rites

Upon the first scent of the

Rich nectar of the Gods.

And I can smell the morning,

I can SMELL!

In the early hours of the morning,

After all that has proceeded me

I am ready to take the morning’s communion.

Freshly brewed coffee,

After the senses are awaken

I am ready to feast

Upon the liquid gold

That in my cup.

And then I can taste it,

I can TASTE!

7:20 am