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Archive for October, 2020

Open Invitation (OctPoWriMo #11)

A tree in my neighborhood

I invited my muse on my daily walk
And hoped that she would come along
I felt we needed a chance to talk
So I could ask where I’d gone wrong

She told me that I needn’t fear
I must but listen in order to hear
Now I set my intention as I tie my laces
And so am back in her good graces

Today’s OctPoWriMo offering is a Rispetto, based on the word prompts: Muse, Inspiration, In the flow, Creativity. Part of the suggested prep for today’s session was to write a letter to your muse, asking the best way to hear them, work with them, and how to work in the creative stream. It seems that mine, much as Julia Cameron emphasizes in many of her books, beginning with The Artist’s Way, thinks I should be having a daily walk.

No Regrets (OctPoWriMo #10)

I hoped to set myself free, released from so many regrets
But I saw each choice gave way to events or people well met
How can I rue a “bad” decision that led to happiness?
It seems that joy has always risen from times of tears and stress
Sometimes the paths we’re meant to explore seem to lead us to hell
And yet with each hard lesson won, we can find much good as well
With each road chosen, we try to ken a way to hedge our bets
Plan each and every step ahead like we’re in a game of chess
Which mistakes then might bring the best endings? Time and we will tell

Today’s OctPoWriMo offering is in the form of a CingTroisDecaLa Rhyme, risen from the prompts: letting go, forgiveness, victory, smoke

Finding Fairies (OctPoWriMo #9)

Fairy portal at Collier-Seminole State Park

I wanted to see fairies
Fairies like in my story books
Books I escaped in whenever I could
Could I ever see them? Where should I look?

I try to catch them unaware
Unaware my plans are for naught
Naught I can do but wait for the moon
Moon in the sky, I’ll dance about

I never saw a fairy one
One day I finally realized why
Why we can’t see them all the time
Time to look with my heart, not my eye

Today’s OctPoWriMo offering, a Loop poem, based on the prompts: thoughts, feelings, heartfelt, practical, whimsical, and my delight in finding tiny doorways in nature.

Boundary (OctPoWriMo #8)

Holy, Radiant
Flying, Singing, Miracling
Wings, Halo…………Tail, Horns
Cursing, Tempting, Damning
Fallen, Lost

Today’s OctPoWriMo offering is a Diamante, from a prompt about breaking boundaries, and influenced, no doubt, by my current Netflix binge-watching of Lucifer.

Tired (OctPoWriMo #7)

I’m just so tired
Tired of being “safer at home”
Tired of being afraid
Tired of people being ugly to each other
Tired of waiting, waiting, waiting
And we don’t even know how long
Are these birth pangs?
Or death throes?
I almost don’t care anymore
I just want to be done

Step by Step (OctPoWriMo #6)

Some day soon, I’ll travel far
Maybe in a fast sports car
Or maybe get a caravan
To tow behind my minivan
Sail away to secluded islands
Pick heather in the Scottish highlands
See pyramids, Egyptian and Aztec
Glaciers and Northern lights from a ship’s deck
See Earth’s natural and historic glories
And then write amazing, wonderful stories

Today’s OctPoWriMo offering is in the form of Con-Verse, based on the prompts: What is your desire and how can you follow your desire? Desire, Steps, Journey

How To Heal A Broken Heart (OctPoWriMo #5)

They say to forgive
That forgiveness leads to healing
But how does that help
When your heart is
Split, shattered
Broken, scattered
In shards at your feet
Gather up the all the pieces
Maybe a few are missing
Maybe it won’t go back just like it was
But that’s okay
You’re not just like you were, either
Reassemble as best you can
Throw in some extras that weren’t there before
Replace what was lost with something better
And remember, remember, remember
That the only person you ever need to forgive
Is yourself

Tonight’s OctPoWriMo offering of free verse brought to you by the prompts: healing, creating, heart

Falling (OctPoWriMo #4)

I want to say exactly how I feel

I fall into your eyes each time we meet

But how can I be sure that love is real?

No one can know when love might come to call

When it’s not true, it hurts so much to fall

Is this shiver from love or just a chill?

And how do I account for all the heat?

I want to say exactly how I feel

I must remind myself each time to breathe

No need to make myself faint dead away

My heart will judge and I may not appeal

Is it too late for me to call retreat?

But how can I be sure that love is real?

I am too old to play this game again

If we both lose, will you still call me friend?

I want to say exactly how I feel

At least to try before I call defeat

And take my heart away somewhere to heal

If I can push and then drop back and pass

Will you make the catch and finish the play?

We could both pledge the other’s life to fill

And then forever woo with words so sweet

But how can I be sure that love is real?

Before I totally let go the wheel

Before I make my surrender complete

I want to say exactly how I feel

But how can I be sure that love is real?

Today’s OctPoWriMo offering is in the style of Gra Reformata, sweated over all morning and into the afternoon from the prompts: falling, breathe, fearless

Chaos (OctPoWriMo #3)

Casting about for solid ground, a touchtone, base

How can I know what is real, what is true

All I know is called into doubt

Or proven wrong entirely

Still I persist in trying to make sense of our crazy world

Today’s offering for OctPoWriMo, an acrostic based on the prompt, “chaos”. The suggested poem type was free-form, but evidently that was just too my freedom for me. The photo was taken on our last camping trip, this past February, when we didn’t know it was going to be our last camping trip.

Vulnerable (OctPoWrimo #2)

Gracie stands watch

Peanuts on display
Dog lounges nearby, watching
Who will take that chance?

My second offering for OctPoWriMo, haiku based on the prompt “vulnerable”, and what happens every morning out the window as I sit at my writing table. I’m lucky I get any bird visitors at all.

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