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.
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
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
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