OctPoWriMo Day 20: Wait With Life

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Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twenty!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott. 

This year, I intend to follow all the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to write a poem using the theme ‘Rain’. The poetry type was “Blitz”. There was a word list; I used a few, even though  I didn’t really look until after I finished.

I’d never heard of Blitz, and when I first read the description, I was intimidated. Here’s what Shadow Poetry had to say about it…

  • This form of poetry is a stream of short phrases and images with repetition and rapid flow.

  • Begin with one short phrase, it can be a cliché. Begin the next line with another phrase that begins with the same first word as line 1. The first 48 lines should be short, but at least two words.

  • The third and fourth lines are phrases that begin with the last word of the 2nd phrase, the 5th and 6th lines begin with the last word of the 4th line, and so on, continuing, with each subsequent pair beginning with the last word of the line above them, which establishes a pattern of repetition.

  • Continue for 48 total lines with this pattern, And then the last two lines repeat the last word of line 48, then the last word of line 47.

  • The title must be only three words, with some sort of preposition or conjunction joining the first word from the third line to the first word from the 47th line, in that order.

  • There should be no punctuation. When reading a BLITZ, it is read very quickly, pausing only to breathe.

I almost didn’t try; my brain was twisted and tangled with these instructions. But, once I got going, using pre-numbered lines to avoid confusion, the poem flowed fairly quickly. Here’s what I came up with.

Wait With Life

Hurry up let’s go

Hurry up and wait

Wait a minute

Wait an hour

Hour after hour

Hours piling into days

Days spent running

Days wasted in rushing

Rushing through rooms

Rushing past life

Life given up

Life of driving

Driving further

Driving faster

Faster faster faster

Faster than breath

Breath in stabbing gasps

Breath never enough

Enough is enough

Enough time

Time enough to breathe

Time enough to be

Be where we are

Be alive right now

Now all there is

Now all we have

Have a seat

Have a cold drink

Drink in life

Drink and savor

Savor each breath

Savor every moment

Moment into moment

Moment melting in a sigh

Sigh and stretch

Sigh and relax

Relax and be

Relax into living

Living and loving

Living and laughing

Laughing at the rush

Laughing at a joke

Joke of false hurry

Joke of cheating death

Death comes for us all

Death to end life

Life too precious to rush

Life meant to be cherished

Cherished

Rush

Take Your Time…the other posts are here!

OctPoWriMo Day 19: April 13, 1995: For Tim, Whom I Love Still

 

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Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Nineteen!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I intend to follow all the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to write a poem using the theme ‘Rain’.

This is one of those themes that instantly triggered a memory, and I knew the subject of my poem. I resisted writing it for a while, though…

For over seventeen mostly wonderful years, I’ve been married to my Accomplice in Mischief…but, before that, I was engaged to Tim, who had cystic fibrosis, and died 11 months and 6 days into our lives together…

My Molasses T, this one’s for you, with my heart and soul. <3

April 13, 1995: For Tim, Whom I Love Still

Rain

Beating

Glass window

Above around

Oppressive wild force

Choking away breath

Pelting me hard with truth

Thin blanket and a couch bed

Strange sterile non-silence all around

The hospital that had become home

Now an alien prison to trap us

In separate cells far too far away

I know what I cannot yet accept

Sheltered away from each new clue

Now the rain beats with cruel truth

How your lungs are drowning

My love can’t save you

From genetics

The rain beats

With my

Fears

Showers and storms of poetry here!

The first song I heard after Tim died…he loved Kansas.

OctPoWriMo Day 18: My Favorite Music

Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Eighteen!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I intend to follow all the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to create black out or found poetry, by choosing words (or, in my case, phrases), from an existing piece of writing, blacking out the rest…

This prompt ties in perfectly with a Deep Revision exercise I’m using with my flash fiction story, “A Splash of Red”. So I decided to use a page from this story…

And this is what I came up with…it’s not perfect; and I’ll want to noodle with it some more, at another time. But I like the juxtaposition of the speaker whose eyes are sun and shadow, and the menace of the hawk. It’s got good poems, this little wordplay, and it’s give me a deeper perspective on the story it was born from, too.

My Favorite Music…

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OctPoWriMo Day 17: My Liquid Laugh

 

Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Seventeen!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I intend to follow all the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was Magnetic Poetry. We have kits, but I decided to play online…

I chose the Poet’s Kit, and, when I started, I had no idea what direction the poem would take, or even if I could find a poem with someone else’s word choices rather than my own…

But the two words leapt from the screen and set fire to my imagination:

Liquid Laugh

These two words gave me a rich sensory image -and a subject for my poem. I spent the next while- I was having too much fun to note the time! – shifting and choosing and playing, creating and recreating…

And this is what I came up with…

My Liquid Laugh

No, I’m not going to reveal who or what this poem is about. I’m curious to see if anyone can guess, or knows, based on the poem alone…

If you want to guess, drop a comment in the box. It’ll be interesting to see what images this poem evokes for others!

Find more magnetic poetry here!

OctPoWriMo Day 16: Once Upon a Wednesday, Right Here

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Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Sixteen!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I intend to follow all the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to write a poem that uses the phrase, “Once Upon a Time…” It could end in the traditional “And they lived happily ever after.”

I thought about fairy tales, and magic, and those old stories we share and adapt and fuel our fantasies with…

And then I thought of the magic of everyday life, right here, right now, right where I am.

I decided to adapt the theme, a bit – by finding the once upon a time and the happily ever after in a regular Wednesday in our lives…Right Here.

I also played with another new poetic form, the Kyrielle.

Shadow Poetry had this to say:

A Kyrielle is a French form of rhyming poetry written in quatrains (a stanza consisting of 4 lines), and each quatrain contains a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the poem consists of only eight syllables. There is no limit to the amount of stanzas a Kyrielle may have, but three is considered the accepted minimum.

Some popular rhyming schemes for a Kyrielle are: aabB, ccbB, ddbB, with B being the repeated line, or abaB, cbcB, dbdB.

Mixing up the rhyme scheme is possible for an unusual pattern of: axaZ, bxbZ, cxcZ, dxdZ, etc. with Z being the repeated line.

The rhyme pattern is completely up to the poet.

Once Upon a Time, Right Here! Photo credit: Annalise S. Burton

Once Upon a Wednesday, Right Here

Dark magic and Norse runes in the morning

Shouts of “Hey, the mail’s here!”

Remote control helicopter prop turning

Once Upon a Wednesday, Right Here

“I’m a hobo who lives inside my shirt.”

Her grin contagious, her bright eyes clear

A force of nature in a flowered skirt

Once Upon a Wednesday, Right Here

Skype calls with best friends far away

Precious time with ones so dear

Love and learning flow through our day

One upon a Wednesday, Right Here

Duct tape purses and paper scraps

Moments of sorrow, lingering tear

Guinea pig and snuggling naps

Once Upon a Wednesday, Right Here

Squeals of glee wrapped in laughter

Loveliness of chaos far and near

Our own kind of Happily Ever After

Once Upon a Wednesday, Right Here

Once Upon a Time, for OctPoWriMo….

 

OctPoWriMo Day 15: Not This; Nor That

 

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Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Fifteen!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I intend to follow all the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to write a poem based on the word half. The suggested poetry style was the diatelle, which I’ve never played with before.

From Shadow Poetry:

Diatelle

The Diatelle is a fun, syllable counting form like the etheree with a twist. The syllable structure of the diatelle is as follows: 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1, but unlike an ethere, has a set rhyme pattern of. This poetry form may be written on any subject matter and looks best center aligned in a diamond shape.

There are all manner of philosophical questions that could be bandied about with the word “half”. But my mind went to one place, and stubbornly refused to leave –

Yup. I thought of Spock, that most fascinating embodiment of halfness…

Not this; Nor that

Half

I am

As I am

Not this; nor that.

What is it that I am?

Did my parents consider that?

Query whispered to my old sehlat.

I-Chaya answered not; nor cared that I am half.

I sought after answers, silently sat

Upon my meditation mat

What is it that I am?

Not this, nor that.

As I am

I am.

Half

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OctPoWriMo Day 14: One Wild and Precious Life

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Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Fourteen!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I intend to follow all the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to write a poem based on a quote from another poem. There were ten choices, but it was the first that instantly sparked an idea – an idea then fed by my ten year old daughter, although she didn’t intend to help create my poem.

At 3:30am, she brought me the note below (when kids don’t go to school, they tend to sleep when tired and wake when rested). In case it’s hard to read her developing writing, she was asking me to take a light-night walk with her on our quiet country road.

I went. We took the dog, walking and chatting in the dark, soaking up mid-autumn air, peace, and connection. Then she and her brother went with the dog, and then her brother, thirteen, went alone.

We might live a very different life. I did, as a child – I was at the tempestuous mercy of the adults in my life – 3:30am walks just because were not part of that life. Ever.

So, here’s my quote:

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?”

Mary Oliver

Here’s, the note Annalise wrote, which is a precious treasure to me, and which inspired today’s poem:

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One Wild and Precious Life

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?”

Well, I really do not have a plan –

Or, if I do

It’s the plan to simply live

To open myself wide to

This breath

And the next

And the next

And the one after that.

To open my soul to

My beloveds

This breath

And the next

And the next

And the one after that.

To be just where I am

This breath

And the next

And the next

And the one after that.

To free my voice

To laughter

In this breath

And the next

And the next

And the one after that

To be a peaceful spirit

In this world

In this breath

And the next

And the next

And the one after that.

To seek needed healing

And regain my strength

In this breath

And the next

And the next

And the one after that.

To learn and grow and be

Wholly alive

In this breath

And the next

And the next

And the one after that.

To embrace wonder and joy

Resonate with them

In this breath

And the next

And the next

And the one after that.

To be, simply, purely be

Just who I am

In this breath

And the next

And the next

And the one after that.

Is it a plan?

Yes, maybe so.

It is my plan for

What to do

With my one

-only one! -

Wild and

Precious

Life.

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