Another week of poetry for #OctPoWriMo
I hope you can find a piece to enjoy.
When Creatives Dream
We all want a sign
that it’s our time to shine
We dream what we dream
polish it to a gleam
Through toil and strife,
cut excess with a knife
To make–like a wine,
we work hard to refine
And then–oh our hearts–
to the world, we’ll impart
We’ll reach out and pine
Yet our luck must align
To find the right one–
An audience we’ll stun.”
Busy days, busy lives
Rushing here, rushing there
After work, after chores
that’s when my treasure’s found
My precious, rare, spare time.
“Hope, like a river, ebbs and flows.
One dark day, a vicious act,
can somehow shrink it all away.
But the seed is hard to lose.
One kind word, a glimpse of hope
is all it takes to make it grow.
Shun the cruel and plant some hope,
At home, at school, at work, in life.”
“The sky is dark as the rain falls down.
My bed it calls, so safe and sound.
Too bad my book must wait again,
For my day is not yet done.”
“There once was a woman nerd
who wanted to share her words
she wrote them all down
then showed them around
and hoped she’d find her fan herd”
I don’t often share my work on here, just what I’ve picked up about the process along the way, but I just figured out that today was National Poetry Writing Day 2018 and decided maybe I should switch it up.
For those of you who don’t follow me on other social media, I’ve been participating in #OctPoWriMo – October Poetry Writing Month. (Mostly out of jealousy that my lackluster drawing skills aren’t really something I want to showcase for the artists’ #Inktober.) I’m more of a novelist, but, like most writers, I’ve dabbled in poetry. Plus? I always want to keep stretching myself–honing my skills and learning new tricks. Thus, when I heard about the OctPoWriMo challenge, I figured I’d give it a try.
Confession: I’ve been ignoring the themes, but, in the spirit of Inktober–even if I’m an artist of words, not shapes, I’ve been hand-inking my creations.
Here are my first 4 poems:
For day 1, I kicked off OctPoWriMo with a poem inspired by the season. How nature vs nurture has given us opposing instincts…
For Day 2, I decided to try to be clever — and then spelled it out (because it’s funnier when you explain it).
For day 3, I shared a taste of hope.
And for today? As #OctPoWriMo continues into day 4, I might be ignoring the themes, but I’ve decided to branch away from exclusively free form and try some more constrained poems.
Is anyone else participating? Are you a poet (or a dabbler)? Share your work below! Or share a link.