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Pineapple (OctPoWriMo#21)

So, today I cut up my first fresh pineapple
And it really wasn’t all that hard to do
First cut off both ends, then trim away the sides, and slice as you like
Eventually, you’ll have a plate full of sweet, luscious, juicy bites

Watch out for the slippery juice, though
Or you’ll lose your heavenly ambrosia bits to the floor
Right where the dogs are waiting, waiting, waiting for any little morsel to

Still catching up with OctPoWriMo, I offer this playful acrostic based on prompts for the sense of taste: delectable, tantalizing, explosive, creamy, bitter, sour.

Sensory Safety (OctPoWriMo #20)

Just a little overwhelmed

Tags in clothes are scratchy
Wool is itchy
Socks choke my ankles
Shoes smother my feet
Turtlenecks try to strangle me
And don’t get me started on bras or shapeware
I really don’t like wearing clothes much at all

When I go out
All the people, at the store, at the mall, everywhere
They’re all trying to breathe my air
Or pollute it with their perfumes, colognes, aftershave
Getting too close, bumping into me
Don’t even say excuse me

And the big box stores, with all their stock jammed everywhere
Fifteen-foot shelves crammed with stuff
So many colors, shapes, sizes, choices
So overwhelming

I can maybe go to the mall, on a Tuesday afternoon
Except in November, December or early January
Or when there’s some big sale
I’d rather pay extra, thanks anyway

So, really, while I don’t like the idea of having to stay home all the time
Not having a choice in the matter
The truth is
Sheltering in place, keeping safe, minimal outside contact
I’ve kinda been training for this my whole life

Catching up some more. OctPoWriMo offering based on a prompt on exploring touch. Kinda free-verse, kinda prose, kinda Friday night free-for-all.

Sounds (OctPoWriMo #19)

I love the mockingbird’s bright tune
The fussing of the squirrels in my

Big band music gets me moving
With blues and swing, I find my own

Children laughing, puppies yipping
Church choirs singing, filling the air
With joy

Airplanes roaring overhead
Hot rods revving up their engines
So loud!

My lover’s voice, just a whisper
Caressing my heart strings, touching
My soul

All this, creation’s song of songs
The theme that fills our days with life
And love

Y’all have heard of tinnitis, right?
Ringing or buzzing in the ears

Mine is like a cicada’s song
At least I’ll never be lost in

Still playing OctPoWriMo catch-up! At least I’m not falling any further behind. Today, on the 22nd, I offer poem #19, in a form called Synchronicity, based on sensing your surroundings and the prompts: roar, dripping, rough, smooth, dark, putrid, sweet, stale

On Paper (OctPoWriMo #18)

Your tears
Or your fears
Pencil or pen
Clear the pain of the years
But where to start, where to begin
It doesn’t matter, you know where you’ve been
And you know that you want to escape from the night
To find yourself and your feelings again
Remember how you felt back then
The skies and your mind clear
Remember when
Grace appeared

More OctPoWriMo catching up. A Diatelle poem, based on an invitation to explore how you process your feelings, and the prompts: rejuvenate, reboot, breathe, meditation, process, healing

Wild Rhythm (OctPoWriMo #17)

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.

Blue and Green (OctPoWriMo #16)

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.

Rescue Mission (OctPoWriMo #15)

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”

Maya (OctPoWriMo #14)

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

Dare (OctPoWriMo #13)

From the world
No one can reach me
I’m invincible in my
No holes for air; I can’t breathe
I risk everything
To climb out

Today’s OctPoWriMo offering is a Butterfly Oddquain based on the word prompts: chains, freedom, breakthrough, open mind, flight

Silly Sophie (OctPoWriMo #12)

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.

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