OctPoWriMo - Day 9 - Palindrome (Intrigued)

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

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Word Prompts: mystery, intrigue, smoke, ashes

Writing Prompt: tapping the ash of her cigarette

Poetic Form: palindrome

Intrigued

A mystery--

it's happened.

One moment,

smoke curling

around.

She stood there and

smoke cigarettes.

leaving ash trails.

~Intrigue~

Trails ash leaving,

cigarettes smoke

and there stood she,

around,

curling smoke.

Moment one

happened, it's

A mystery.

OctPoWriMo - Day 6 - (Pain Adventures)

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

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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,

twinges,

pangs.

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!

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

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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

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!

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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.

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

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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?

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.

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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

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.

Leave me some love below...