Poetry Challenge: Part 5

November 6, 2018November 6, 2018 / Morgan Hazelwood / 4 Comments

The Final Poems

My last few days of the challenge, I fell into my own sort of couplet structure, following the suggested themes. My penultimate one feels extra-appropriate for election day.

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 29 of #OctPoWriMo, after a 12 hour day at work, I got hit by a theme near-and-dear to my heart.

DOUBLE

See one then blink, then see again
But something, it strikes different then

Is it a look, or length of stride
‘It’s clear that something’s off,’ you sighed

You strum, then drum, then stroke your chin
You sit and ponder, then within–

The thought, it makes your eyes go wide
And bring not one, but two besides

Of course, the answer is, “we’re kin”
Identical–she is my twin

On the penultimate day of #OctPoWriMo, the theme was ‘Jolt’. I hope you’re inspired by this one, to get out and vote.

NEED A JOLT?

Day after day, going along
Doing your thing, breaking your bread

Keep your head down, don’t cause alarm
help when you can, dodge when you can’t.

Until. BAM!

Once you look up, what do you see?
Things need changing, you’re their best shot.

The time has come, roll up your sleeves
Dive right in for, it must be done.

And my final poem was:

IN A BLINK

With a blink, today’s gone.
Did I spend it all wrong?

I did stretch myself thin,
meeting calls, fixing bugs,

focused on three things,
but never just one.

And yet still there is more
work given, self-driven.

Yet.

There’s a slice left for me.
And that’s when I’ll just breathe.

Poetry Challenge: Part 4

October 29, 2018October 28, 2018 / Morgan Hazelwood / 4 Comments

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.

My head,
It fills with tales
Of beasts, lore, and magic.
Where those fighting for the truth
Prevail.

Following the theme for #OctPoWriMo day #22.

EXPENSIVE

Where do you spend your time?
At work?
At home?
The road?

Who gets your time?
Your boss?
Your friends?
Your family?

What gets your time?
Your chores?
Your phone?
Or your dreams?

Day 23’s theme was “muddy”. Here’s my poem.

REALITY INTRUDES

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’

CHOP, 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.

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.)

THUNDER

Dark and dreary
makes me weary

Thunder rumbles
all pep crumbles

Rain is pouring
I’m ignoring

my alarm’s
incessant
chime

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.

Poetry Challenge: Part 3

October 21, 2018 / Morgan Hazelwood / 4 Comments

My Third Week Of Poetry

This time, I was all over the place, style-wise and thematically. I followed many more of the suggested themes and followed it where it would lead me.

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 13 of #OctPoWriMo the theme was “guarded.”

THE FALL

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The Fall

Safety
Hiding
Can’t ignore

Guarded
Wishing
Craving more

Danger
Yearning
Longing for

Open
Reaching
What’s in store?

Day 14’s theme was “clock”. I think my earlier poem summed up my feels on time, but here’s another take.

(Confession, I was kinda singing this one while writing it.)

TICKING BY

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Ticking By

Never enough,
No calling its bluff,
Give me more.

Flying on by,
It’s making me cry,
It won’t stop.

Filling my days,
They’re gone in a blaze,
‘Til none’s left.

Tryna keep up,
Just wanna back up,
Time moves on.

STOP.

For day 15, the theme was ‘weak’, which brought to mind my least favorite saying…

SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK.

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Sleep Is For The Weak

They say that sleep is for the weak,
the strong keep on
til they reach what they seek.

They say that only one can win
the losers weep
and wallow in chagrin

They say you sink or swim alone
reaching your goal’s
accomplished on your own.

They’re wrong.

I say that sleep makes me strong,
many can win
And?
We’ve worked together all along.

Day #16’s theme was angular.

This one goes out to all my friends who are in the Query Trenches… And is properly sung to sort of the tune of Be Our Guest from Beauty and the Beast.

QUERYING

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Querying

Got a pitch?
Got an angle?
Got some new thing you could try?

Write your query.
Pitch on Twitter.
Find an agent or some mentors.

Laugh out loud,
’til you weep
And it all feels way too much

Go it Indie?
Go Small Press?
Is Trad really what you want?

But your dream
It won’t lie
So you’ll pitch until you die.

or the magic
fin’ly kicks in
And your book it sells like hot cakes

That the life
That’s the wish
that all writers want to have.

Love our books
Love our worlds
and please make yourself at home.

Day 17 was mellow and melancholy.

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TEARS LIKE LEAVES

Tears shall fall like leaves,
for joy or loss or stress relieved,
but only when the time is right.

Love can build and grow and change,
rarely stagnant and encaged
Yet one cannot a bridge uncross.

For day 18, the topic just kind of made this a little darker than I normally go for it… But I know people who struggle. ❤ Best wishes for those of you fighting the good fight.

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Bottle

BOTTLE

Pop open a bottle to find
Genius or liquor or pills.
Whichever kind
Of relief stills
The stresses you’ve hidden within.

Days 19 and 20 ended up on the same piece of paper, despite there very different themes and tones. I was amused by the juxtaposition of the directions these two poems went.

The first is clearly from the point of view of my inner dragon while the second is more my more standard outlook.

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Scorched | Breakable

SCORCHED

I will rise and I will soar
burning cities in my wake.
As they turned into piles charred,
smoke will flume and leave just ash.

BREAKABLE

Be gentle with hearts
for they are quite breakable
Let’s share love, not hate

Poetry Challenge: Part 2

October 13, 2018March 29, 2019 / Morgan Hazelwood / 4 Comments

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.”

My Precious

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

“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.”

It Calls

“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.”

Word Sharer

“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”

Writing Short and Sweet – Poetry

October 4, 2018October 4, 2018 / Morgan Hazelwood / 3 Comments

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.

Today’s haiku:

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Is anyone else participating? Are you a poet (or a dabbler)? Share your work below! Or share a link.

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Another week of poetry for #OctPoWriMo

When Creatives Dream

My Precious

Hope

It Calls

Word Sharer

Writing Short and Sweet – Poetry

Here are my first 4 poems:

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Another week of poetry for #OctPoWriMo

When Creatives Dream

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Hope

It Calls

Word Sharer

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