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 Drop
Still catching up with OctPoWriMo, I offer this playful acrostic based on prompts for the sense of taste: delectable, tantalizing, explosive, creamy, bitter, sour.
I love the mockingbird’s bright tune The fussing of the squirrels in my Backyard
Big band music gets me moving With blues and swing, I find my own Rhythm
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 Growing
Mine is like a cicada’s song At least I’ll never be lost in Silence
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
Write 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 Revered Right
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
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