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October 16, 2017
OctPoWriMo 16 - Sacred Silence
Today's prompt is Losing Your Fears and Tears and we were asked to think about what fears we face and fight and lose. I have always hated speaking in front of people.
Sacred Silence
Speaking up and speaking out
Gives me shakes and gives me chills
Even when I have no doubt.
Speaking up and speaking out
Feels like I’ve broken all about
Sacred silence no longer still.
Speaking up and speaking out
Gives me shakes and gives me chills.
Sacred Silence
Speaking up and speaking out
Gives me shakes and gives me chills
Even when I have no doubt.
Speaking up and speaking out
Feels like I’ve broken all about
Sacred silence no longer still.
Speaking up and speaking out
Gives me shakes and gives me chills.
October 15, 2017
OctPoWriMo 15 - My Stomach Churns
Someone teaches hate and fear And everything within me churns. It seems so often that I hear Someone teaches hate and fear.Especially a one who steers Others in the way to learn,Someone teaches hate and fear And everything within me churns.
October 14, 2017
OctPoWriMo 14 - Resistance
Today's prompt is Movement and Words, and the line "some words have the ability to make us plant ourselves and refuse to move" inspired me today.
Resistance
Persist in your resistance
Despite evil’s insistence
That you can’t go the distance;
You oppose by your existence;
You advance.
We will not disappear;
Our faith will persevere;
Despite the atmosphere;
‘Til all is clear.
ResistancePersist in your resistance
Despite evil’s insistence
That you can’t go the distance;
You oppose by your existence;
You advance.
We will not disappear;
Our faith will persevere;
Despite the atmosphere;
‘Til all is clear.
October 13, 2017
OctPoWriMo 13 - Meant to be Creative
Today's prompt is Art in the Wayward Mind, but I believe that everyone is creative.
Meant to be Creative
We were made to be artistic
We are meant to be creative
It is only realistic
That we will all be innovative
We are meant to be creative
Not only with what we call “art”
And we will all be innovative
Take a chance what’s in your heart
Not only with what we call “art”
Sports and science, even math
Take a chance what’s in your heart
Take a step upon your path
Sports and science, even math
Painting, music, singing, dance
Take a step upon your path
If you love it, take a chance
Painting, music, singing, dance
Anything your heart desires
If you love it, take a chance
Find a way to light your fire
Anything your heart desires
It is only realistic
Find a way to light your fire
We were made to be artistic
October 12, 2017
OctPoWriMo 12 - Imaginary Friends
Today's prompt is Imagination Stands in the Road, and we were asked to remember our imaginary friends—if we had them. I had four. Pomby was my first, and I created her alone, while the other three were created along with my sister.
We were also challenged to write a sestina today, which is a very difficult form.
Imaginary Friends
Pomby, Piecey, Chunky, and Pottatoa were their names.
Pomby was first and dearest, a tiny shadow.
The others were joint creations with my little sister,
The first characters created by us tiny writers
Before we knew how to make stories;
We would run outside, playing games together.
When we started creating stories together,
We soon forgot all but their names.
We needed new characters for our new stories.
Our imaginary friends faded into shadow
As we grew into our destiny as writers:
Me and my little sister.
So many years have passed, and my sister
And I no longer write together.
We have grown into distinct writers,
Making our own names,
Neither living in the other’s shadow;
Yet we still read and critique each other’s stories.
So many years and so very many stories,
And my greatest friend has always been my sister.
My memories are mostly lost to shadow
Of all the tales we used to make together.
We knew someday our names
Would be among known writers.
And now we’re fanfic writers,
And readers love our stories.
They may not know our real names,
But they know our words, especially my sister’s.
We still love to work together;
Upon our work, each other’s shadow.
My memories of childhood are but shadows;
I would forget it all were I not a writer.
I remember creating things together,
Though I can’t recall the stories
Me and my sister
Created so long ago. But the names
Are yet shadows of the stories
We tiny writers me and my sister
Imagined together with their names.
We were also challenged to write a sestina today, which is a very difficult form.
Imaginary Friends
Pomby, Piecey, Chunky, and Pottatoa were their names.
Pomby was first and dearest, a tiny shadow.
The others were joint creations with my little sister,
The first characters created by us tiny writers
Before we knew how to make stories;
We would run outside, playing games together.
When we started creating stories together,
We soon forgot all but their names.
We needed new characters for our new stories.
Our imaginary friends faded into shadow
As we grew into our destiny as writers:
Me and my little sister.
So many years have passed, and my sister
And I no longer write together.
We have grown into distinct writers,
Making our own names,
Neither living in the other’s shadow;
Yet we still read and critique each other’s stories.
So many years and so very many stories,
And my greatest friend has always been my sister.
My memories are mostly lost to shadow
Of all the tales we used to make together.
We knew someday our names
Would be among known writers.
And now we’re fanfic writers,
And readers love our stories.
They may not know our real names,
But they know our words, especially my sister’s.
We still love to work together;
Upon our work, each other’s shadow.
My memories of childhood are but shadows;
I would forget it all were I not a writer.
I remember creating things together,
Though I can’t recall the stories
Me and my sister
Created so long ago. But the names
Are yet shadows of the stories
We tiny writers me and my sister
Imagined together with their names.
October 11, 2017
OctPoWriMo 11 - The World's Heartbeat
Today, I wrote a pantoum. I can't remember if I've ever written one before.
The World's Heartbeat
I tilt my head and breathe the air;
I smile as breezes kiss my face
And play like fingers in my hair;
This summer wind, a warm embrace.
I smile as breezes kiss my face;
The earth so cool beneath my feet;
This summer wind, a warm embrace:
I nearly feel the world’s heartbeat.
The earth so cool beneath my feet,
And flowers dancing ‘round my knees;
I nearly feel the world’s heartbeat
And, for a time, I am at ease.
The flowers dancing ‘round my knees,
They play like fingers in my hair,
And, for a time, I am at ease;
I tilt my head and breathe the air.
The World's Heartbeat
I tilt my head and breathe the air;
I smile as breezes kiss my face
And play like fingers in my hair;
This summer wind, a warm embrace.
I smile as breezes kiss my face;
The earth so cool beneath my feet;
This summer wind, a warm embrace:
I nearly feel the world’s heartbeat.
The earth so cool beneath my feet,
And flowers dancing ‘round my knees;
I nearly feel the world’s heartbeat
And, for a time, I am at ease.
The flowers dancing ‘round my knees,
They play like fingers in my hair,
And, for a time, I am at ease;
I tilt my head and breathe the air.
October 10, 2017
OctPoWriMo 10 - I'm a Contradiction
Today's prompt is Power and Control.
I'm a Contradiction
I like to have control of what I do
And yet I love a list of tasks to do.
It sounds like I’m a contradiction, true:
I like to have control of what I do,
But I don’t want to lead or oversee.
Knowing what’s expected leaves me free;
I like to have control of what I do
And yet I love a list of tasks to do.
I'm a Contradiction
I like to have control of what I do
And yet I love a list of tasks to do.
It sounds like I’m a contradiction, true:
I like to have control of what I do,
But I don’t want to lead or oversee.
Knowing what’s expected leaves me free;
I like to have control of what I do
And yet I love a list of tasks to do.
October 9, 2017
OctPoWriMo 9 - Dust to Ashes
Today's prompt asked us to think about someone tapping the ash from a cigarette, and suggested we try the palindrome form. I've never written a palindrome before, so here's my attempt:
Dust to Ashes
Ashes falling into dust
Ashes to dust
Softly killing
~Smoke~
Killing softly
Dust to ashes
Dust into falling ashes
Dust to Ashes
Ashes falling into dust
Ashes to dust
Softly killing
~Smoke~
Killing softly
Dust to ashes
Dust into falling ashes
October 8, 2017
OctPoWriMo 8 - My Life is Good
Today is Thanksgiving Sunday in Canada, so I wrote a poem about what I am thankful for.
My Life is Good
I’m thankful for the life I hold.
I am blessed. My life is good.
I may complain, but when all’s told
I’m thankful for the life I hold
With food and shelter ‘gainst the cold,
More clothes than I could ever need.
I’m thankful for the life I hold.
I am blessed. My life is good.
My Life is Good
I’m thankful for the life I hold.
I am blessed. My life is good.
I may complain, but when all’s told
I’m thankful for the life I hold
With food and shelter ‘gainst the cold,
More clothes than I could ever need.
I’m thankful for the life I hold.
I am blessed. My life is good.
October 7, 2017
OctPoWriMo 7 - Caution
Today's prompt is And Then I Went Too Far. But I honestly cannot think of a time when I did anything that could be called "too far." I'm a very cautious person, and I don't usually come close to the line, let alone step over it.
Caution
I am not spontaneous;
I ponder, mull, and think again.
The unknown feels precarious,
And I am not spontaneous.
Crossing lines is craziness;
It’s easier to just abstain.
I am not spontaneous;
I ponder, mull, and think again.
CautionI am not spontaneous;
I ponder, mull, and think again.
The unknown feels precarious,
And I am not spontaneous.
Crossing lines is craziness;
It’s easier to just abstain.
I am not spontaneous;
I ponder, mull, and think again.
