My heart beats and pulses with the stars
My blood ebbs and flows with the tides
My lungs breathe the gases of creation
My joy swells to fill the open skies
I dance to the rhythm of the seasons
I whirl through the wheel of the year
The skies spin in spirals far above me
To feral music only I can hear
Playing a little more OctPoWriMo catch-up, here is simple rhyming poem based on the prompts: rhythm, blood, bones, breath, heart, belly.
Playing a little bit of OctPoWriMo catch-up here, with a pictorial poem, based on prompts of inside out, upside down, and all the colors.
Sometimes I have to pace
Back and forth and back and forth
If I’m not careful, I trip and I fall
Headlong into the rut my dragging feet have worn into the day
Sometimes I rise easily (more or less)
Pick myself up, dust myself off
I’ve only worn away the dirt this time
And there’s still something of me left to salvage
Sometimes I lie there
In the rut, in the dirt
Without the energy to fight the weight of gravity
Of the earth or of my thoughts
Sometimes I stop struggling
Let my head fall back
Shut my eyes, shut out the world, shut out the pain
It’s easier, really, to just lie there
Always, though, you realize where I’ve gone
Lost in my head, lost in the dark
You come find me where I’ve fallen
And lift me up, back into the sunshine
Today’s offering for OctPoWriMo, a free verse based on the prompt “a change in perspective”
Beyond what we might touch or feel
There’s no way to ken what’s true
Can any of us know what’s real?
We try our empty days to fill
A life of meaning try to hew
Beyond what we might touch or feel
The world’s cacophony is shrill
Illusion we cannot cut through
Can any of us know what’s real?
Collective fears we can’t conceal
Nor can we heal our worldview
Beyond what we might touch or feel
From each of life’s harsh blows we reel
Then think we have begun anew
Can any of us know what’s real?
Until we can pull back the veil
Between earth and heaven and then step through
Beyond what we might touch or feel
Can any of us know what’s real?
Today’s OctPoWriMo offering, a villanelle based on the word prompts: truth, absolute, bravado, reckoning, freedom, peace, flexible, fortitude, independent, reason
Safe
From the world
No one can reach me
I’m invincible in my
Box
No holes for air; I can’t breathe
I risk everything
To climb out
Free
Today’s OctPoWriMo offering is a Butterfly Oddquain based on the word prompts: chains, freedom, breakthrough, open mind, flight
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.
Angel
Holy, Radiant
Flying, Singing, Miracling
Wings, Halo…………Tail, Horns
Cursing, Tempting, Damning
Fallen, Lost
Demon
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.
Soapbox By Kay 
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