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October 13, 2019
OctPoWriMo 13 - Creation is a Jubilee
Prompt: Hugging a Tree
Form: Rondeau
Creation is a Jubilee
A sparrow sings her song so free,
Perched in the branches of a tree
And, silhouetted ‘gainst the sky,
The leaves and branches charm my eye—
I am a forest devotee.
From great blue whale to honeybee,
Creation is a jubilee,
From elephant to butterfly.
A sparrow sings…
I bow my head and bend my knee;
The One Who made it all made me.
The simple things that mystify
Are selfsame things that satisfy.
I lay my hands upon a tree...
A sparrow sings.
Form: Rondeau
Creation is a Jubilee
A sparrow sings her song so free,
Perched in the branches of a tree
And, silhouetted ‘gainst the sky,
The leaves and branches charm my eye—
I am a forest devotee.
From great blue whale to honeybee,
Creation is a jubilee,
From elephant to butterfly.
A sparrow sings…
I bow my head and bend my knee;
The One Who made it all made me.
The simple things that mystify
Are selfsame things that satisfy.
I lay my hands upon a tree...
A sparrow sings.
October 12, 2019
OctPoWriMo 12 - A Spark in the Dark
Prompt: Black
Form: Shadow Sonnet
A Spark in the Dark
A shadow falls across my life, a shadow
To shield and cover me behind Your shield.
Your rainbow guards my heart. You hold the rainbow
To wield defending me. Your sword I wield:
The Word in flesh; the Light. You are the Word
And everything I need. You’re everything
Unheard no eye has seen nor ear has heard.
I sing in light or dark; for You I sing.
Night and day are Yours, and in the night
The stars proclaim Your glory. Moon and stars:
Light so gentle in the night. Their light
Applause. And all creation stands to give applause.
In darkest night, I find You in the dark;
You spark something with me. You’re my spark.
Form: Shadow Sonnet
A Spark in the Dark
A shadow falls across my life, a shadow
To shield and cover me behind Your shield.
Your rainbow guards my heart. You hold the rainbow
To wield defending me. Your sword I wield:
The Word in flesh; the Light. You are the Word
And everything I need. You’re everything
Unheard no eye has seen nor ear has heard.
I sing in light or dark; for You I sing.
Night and day are Yours, and in the night
The stars proclaim Your glory. Moon and stars:
Light so gentle in the night. Their light
Applause. And all creation stands to give applause.
In darkest night, I find You in the dark;
You spark something with me. You’re my spark.
October 11, 2019
OctPoWriMo 11 - Peace
Prompt: Sound or SilenceForm: Loop poetry
Image by StockSnap from Pixabay
Peace
I used to love silence.Silence gave me peace.Peace, please return;Return, and tinnitus, cease.
Never again quiet.Quiet is noise.Sound is forever,Forever destroyed.
Music fills the corners—Corners of shrill sound.Sound in my head:Head it off, drowned.
Image by StockSnap from PixabayPeace
I used to love silence.Silence gave me peace.Peace, please return;Return, and tinnitus, cease.
Never again quiet.Quiet is noise.Sound is forever,Forever destroyed.
Music fills the corners—Corners of shrill sound.Sound in my head:Head it off, drowned.
October 10, 2019
OctPoWriMo 10 - Please Ask
Prompt: Touch
Image by Maklay62 from Pixabay
Please Ask
They say we all need touch to live
But please, ask me before you do.
I don’t want to be combative;
They say we all need touch to live
But if kindness you want to give
I may not want that touch with you.
They say we all need touch to live
But please, ask me before you do.
Image by Maklay62 from PixabayPlease Ask
They say we all need touch to live
But please, ask me before you do.
I don’t want to be combative;
They say we all need touch to live
But if kindness you want to give
I may not want that touch with you.
They say we all need touch to live
But please, ask me before you do.
October 9, 2019
OctPoWriMo 9 - Rose-Coloured Glasses
Prompt: Eyes
Rose-Coloured Glasses
Like Pollyanna, I will try to see
The good in everything that I endure;
A filter of rose does not make me carefree.
Like Pollyanna, I will try to see
The diamond hidden underneath debris.
I don’t believe this means I’m immature.
Like Pollyanna, I will try to see
The good in everything that I endure.
Rose-Coloured Glasses
Like Pollyanna, I will try to see
The good in everything that I endure;
A filter of rose does not make me carefree.
Like Pollyanna, I will try to see
The diamond hidden underneath debris.
I don’t believe this means I’m immature.
Like Pollyanna, I will try to see
The good in everything that I endure.
October 8, 2019
OctPoWriMo 8 - Scent
Prompt: scent
Form: sonnet
Scent
Roses blooming in the summer rain
And coffee brewing just before the dawn;
A mug of steaming chocolate keeps me sane
When flowers, kittens, raindrops all are gone.
A turkey roasting and a pumpkin pie,
Bacon frying, pine logs in the stove.
Forests, rivers, mountains soothe my eye;
My nose prefers mint, cinnamon, and cloves.
When I’m feeling sad or lost or blue
I remember all my favourite things:
A whiff of favoured smell can bring me through
And lift me up on reminiscent wings.
If I were blind and deaf I’d be content,
But I could not enjoy life without scent.
Form: sonnet
Scent
Roses blooming in the summer rain
And coffee brewing just before the dawn;
A mug of steaming chocolate keeps me sane
When flowers, kittens, raindrops all are gone.
A turkey roasting and a pumpkin pie,
Bacon frying, pine logs in the stove.
Forests, rivers, mountains soothe my eye;
My nose prefers mint, cinnamon, and cloves.
When I’m feeling sad or lost or blue
I remember all my favourite things:
A whiff of favoured smell can bring me through
And lift me up on reminiscent wings.
If I were blind and deaf I’d be content,
But I could not enjoy life without scent.
October 7, 2019
OctPoWriMo 7 - Be Kind
Prompt: Tongue
Form: Tongue Twister
Image by StockSnap from Pixabay
Be Kind
Sweet and sugary, sticky saccharine syrup
Sour and stinging sharp
Salty
Bitter and broken
A silver tongue can shiver and sliver and shred a soul
Sticks and stones shatter and smash
Words can crush and cripple
Fragment and fracture
Hammer a heart and split it in pieces
Restore, repair, and rebuild
Speak life
Twist your tongue to treat the trauma
Be benevolent, beneficent, good
Be kind
Form: Tongue Twister
Image by StockSnap from PixabayBe Kind
Sweet and sugary, sticky saccharine syrup
Sour and stinging sharp
Salty
Bitter and broken
A silver tongue can shiver and sliver and shred a soul
Sticks and stones shatter and smash
Words can crush and cripple
Fragment and fracture
Hammer a heart and split it in pieces
Restore, repair, and rebuild
Speak life
Twist your tongue to treat the trauma
Be benevolent, beneficent, good
Be kind
October 6, 2019
OctPoWriMo 6 - Lady Sky
Prompt: blue
Lady Sky
Along a dress of brightest blueShe wears a golden coronet‘Til evening’s fall from morning’s dew.Then, o’er her dress of brightest blueShe draws a raven wrap—gloves too,And bows her head ‘til dawn is met.Along a dress of brightest blueShe wears a golden coronet.
Lady Sky
Along a dress of brightest blueShe wears a golden coronet‘Til evening’s fall from morning’s dew.Then, o’er her dress of brightest blueShe draws a raven wrap—gloves too,And bows her head ‘til dawn is met.Along a dress of brightest blueShe wears a golden coronet.
October 5, 2019
OctPoWriMo 5 - Wide Open
Prompt: Doors
Suggested form: The Bop
Wide Open
All my life I’ve sought the shadows:Hiding who I am from everyone;Presenting part of me as all of me;A mask not quite a lie but not the wholeof who I really am. I like the quietin the darkness of my thoughts.
Fling the door wide open and let the light come in.
I am sensitive to sun and light:Too much of it can quickly burn my skin,But I cannot survive too long in shadow.And yet the opened door is terrifying.I am safe, alone and shelteredhere inside my refugewhere no one knows meor my secrets.
Fling the door wide open and let the light come in.
With creaking, squeaking hinges,my closet door cracks open.I let a couple people in.But fear still holds me in its gripand keeps me in the dark. Why should Ishare who I am with those I cannot trust?
Fling the door wide open and let the light come in.
Suggested form: The Bop
Wide Open
All my life I’ve sought the shadows:Hiding who I am from everyone;Presenting part of me as all of me;A mask not quite a lie but not the wholeof who I really am. I like the quietin the darkness of my thoughts.
Fling the door wide open and let the light come in.
I am sensitive to sun and light:Too much of it can quickly burn my skin,But I cannot survive too long in shadow.And yet the opened door is terrifying.I am safe, alone and shelteredhere inside my refugewhere no one knows meor my secrets.
Fling the door wide open and let the light come in.
With creaking, squeaking hinges,my closet door cracks open.I let a couple people in.But fear still holds me in its gripand keeps me in the dark. Why should Ishare who I am with those I cannot trust?
Fling the door wide open and let the light come in.
October 4, 2019
OctPoWriMo 4 - Born With Wings
Prompt: Cage
Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay
Born With Wings
I was born with wings, yet they were weak;I needed training how to make them fly,But no one told me I could reach the sky,And those who flew were looked upon as freaks.They told me I was meant to be unique,But “normal” was the model to my eye.It took me way too long to see the lie—How can you find if you don’t know to seek?
Now fear is chains upon my heart and soul,Heavy links that hold the feathers fast,Doubt that tries to keep me in control.When I come out and spread my wings at lastAnd fly into the blue, then I will seeThat I was always meant to be this free.
Image by Stefan Keller from PixabayBorn With Wings
I was born with wings, yet they were weak;I needed training how to make them fly,But no one told me I could reach the sky,And those who flew were looked upon as freaks.They told me I was meant to be unique,But “normal” was the model to my eye.It took me way too long to see the lie—How can you find if you don’t know to seek?
Now fear is chains upon my heart and soul,Heavy links that hold the feathers fast,Doubt that tries to keep me in control.When I come out and spread my wings at lastAnd fly into the blue, then I will seeThat I was always meant to be this free.
