My 4th Week Of Poetry (almost done!)
I continued experimenting with styles, mostly following the suggested themes.
Have you been participating? Share a link to some/all of your poems.
Do you have a favorite? Let me know which style connects with you!
For day 21 of #OctPoWriMo, here’s another cinquain.
It fills with tales
Of beasts, lore, and magic.
Where those fighting for the truth
Following the theme for #OctPoWriMo day #22.
Where do you spend your time?
Who gets your time?
What gets your time?
Or your dreams?
Day 23’s theme was “muddy”. Here’s my poem.
A new project shines
with plans and great lines
The future looks bright,
naught’s left but to write
But once I’ve commenced
the order’s dispensed
The molehills grow tall
while the plot now stalls
The only way through
is drafting anew
From shiny to mud
turn to ink from blood.
Day 24 of #OctPoWriMo theme was ‘Chop’
When you can’t face the mirror
as the monsters all draw nearer
And mistakes from in your past
seem too numerous and vast,
What you need then is a change
something different and quite strange
With a makeover and chop
take a little off the top
Hide the body well, my dear
and you’ll be living in the clear.
For day 25 of #OctPoWriMo, I presented a limerick, for the theme ‘prickly’.
When life gets rough, many of us have a tendency to cave and avoid others. With any luck, we have good friends.
There once was a prick-i-ly man
being alone was his true, perfect plan
He hid in his room
and welcomed his doom
But his friends would not follow his ban
Friday, the 26th’s theme was “stretch.” I know I’m not the only one who’s always creaked in the morning…
WAKE UP CALL
Every morning when I wake
every step that I do take
I hear these sounds echoing
Rice Krispies or corn popping
When it started I was new
and now these days I must rue
Crackle, and snap, and pop-pop
from toes to hips, it won’t stop
when your ribs think they’re a joint
and your sternum adds a point
Are you really getting old?
Just stretch yourself and be bold.
Saturday the 29th brought us the word ‘thunder.’ The day was dreary and rainy, itself and led to this poem. (I did, despite my poetic dreams, get out of bed before 9am both days this weekend, using ALL my pep.)
Dark and dreary
makes me weary
all pep crumbles
Rain is pouring
And Sunday’s challenge for #OctPoWriMo day 28 was: Gifts
WHAT’S YOUR CHOICE
There are gifts we give
and gifts we take
and gifts that we were born to use
And in each type
we find a mix
for some don’t fit us very well
Wish we could be rid
but we can’t share
the ones we must grow into
Ought to use for good
and not for ill
then we can be our best selves.