OctPoWriMo: Days 28 & 29 (Journey to Paths Somewhere)

I'm still finding it hard to write daily, but I am not finding in hard to write lately. I even am starting to try some of the forms that I past up on previous days. I don't consider it a failure to write 2 poems in a day, but I definitely prefer to combine said poems into 1 post. I don't like cluttering up my blog feed with more than 1 post. Sometimes it happens, but at least during OctPoWriMo it makes more sense to write poems all in 1 post. So, there...

Anywhooooo, I present Days 28 and 29 with a Fable and a Puente . Enjoy, Dear Readers!

Day 28~~~

Prompt: Journey, Path, Choices / Poetic Form:  Fable

The Road that I Trod

It's the pace that I set,

walking

or running,

but not always upon a 

dusty

road that I trod.

I wander far and wide,

upon asphalt 

and memories,

longing to run away,

but there is something

that clings to me...

There is always something 

or someone that I meet

upon these roads I trod.

Today it was a toad,

just sitting in the dirt. 

And Lo, did I realize that

something...

maybe, I should not be sitting in the dirt.

Upon reflection,

I set upon this road I trod,

bound for home 

and a shower that awaits me.

Day 29~~~

Prompt: Traveling, Wander, Nomadic / Poetic Form: Puente

A Bridged Walk

A walk in the woods

will yield a peace of mind,

as you travel under the canopy of leaves and pine cones,

especially when there are less distractions.

~but oh, there are distractions~

distractions, less of the natural and more of the mental,

that wanders through your grey matter

and your travel those roads

of memory 

and chaos

through a different type of woods.

OctPoWriMo Day #18: (once upon a time...)

Word Prompts: magic, enchantment, spell, fascination, prestidigitation, hocus pocus, conjure

Poetic Form: Fable

It's story time! I don't have too much to say, but this is my fairy tale. A mythology in the making.

Enjoy, Dear Readers!

Upon Once Her Time

Once upon a time...

there was one so fair

that she did stare within mirrored frames

to she truly how fair she was.

unbelieving,

she painted her face

to match what mood others wanted to see,

though she never believed.

Conjuring up enchantments for 

others to see,

but leaving nothing left for her.

Weaving the stories,

filled with magical creatures,

and adventure beyond anything;

the the delight of children's laughter

and comedic mirth.

A whole still sat,

lonely,

longing,

like one of her enchantments,

until one day

a book left on her doorstep,

with the word, Abracadabrah!

And poof!

a chariot driven by badgers

and pulled by dragons,

a note saying Follow! This way.

And there by the end of everything,

there was everything she had every wanted

brought to her

in a happy ever after.