Since I first saw my silly Sophie And my Sophie first saw me We have shared long days together She is now my best friend ever
We’ve gone for walks and we’ve gone camping She really likes a bit of pampering One time she tried to chase a rabbit I’m not sure how she thought she’d grab it
She likes to sleep on the sofa arm Where she is safe from any harm She snores her little doggie snores And I just love her more and more
Today’s OctPoWriMo offering is just a simple rhyme based on the word prompts: playful, childlike silly. And my Sophie.
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.
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
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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