#OctPoWriMo 30

The Penultimate poem of the month!

 

Wind blown hair
Standing on the edge
Where night has fallen
Staring at the moon

Orb of silver and white
Bright eye of the Watcher
You call out your nightly servants
Owl, Bat, Fox, Coyote

Owl watches quietly
Secret eyes in the dark
Bat flitters through the air
Guided by supersonics

Fox scampers alone
Nose alert and twitching
Coyotes run together
Calling out in short yips

Blazing silver Watcher
Eye of the night sky
Call out your creatures
Call them out to play

Mooon

#OctPoWriMo 28 & 29

There were simply too many things going on yesterday and by 9 pm, I was out for the count, only to be awoken by my husband cheering for the Royals shutout of the Giants in game 6 of the World Series. Tonight’s final game is going to be brutal.

So we here is a make up of day 28, plus the regular day 29:

#28

Sheathed in armor
Impenetrable as fire
Scales that shimmer like gold

Wings of leather
Broad as a mile
Talons that will tear you cold

It sleeps below
Don’t wake it
Whatever you do
Or you will not grow old

 

#29

Within the Palace of white
Secluded and alone
The Queen watches her world below

It is not by choice she exists alone
While the community thrives below
Watched over by the Palace of white

If she could she would travel below
Outside her Palace of white
And shed the pain of being alone

Yet she is never alone, Not when the Goddess of White dwells in her mind below.

 

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Just a few more days before the #OctPoWriMo challenge for 2014 comes to an end. It’s been a fun experiment, not always easy. Many good things have come of it. The brain is definitely churning with creativity.
Here’s looking ahead to the future of poetry!

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#OctPoWriMo 26

Summer Reprise

Two weeks of cool days
Windows open
Blankets on a night
Then fog so thick
It lasted until Noon
Now the Sun shines hot again
An October reprise of Summer heat
Until tomorrow when
The cool winder whistles in again

10/27/2014

 

More Poets for Today

Well Tempered Bards

Thoughts and Entanglements

History of a Woman

Sunita’s Alcove

 

Octpowrimo

#OctPoWriMo 25-Almost Forgot

I almost completely forgot I needed to write a poem for today.  I was busy with Saturday things: family picture day, oil change, making chicken broth, Supergluing my fingers together. . .the usual.

 

Smiling Moon

A grin tipped forty-five degrees
The toothy expression of someone
Spilling over with glee
The salmon-hued horizon welcomes you
Into a darkening embrace
Your smile leaves too soon

 

10/25/2014

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#OctPoWriMo is coming to an end. Just 6 more poems to write. It’s been a wonderful challenge. The break will be nice, but I will probably miss it. Isn’t NaPoWriMo in April??

#NaNoWriMo will fill the addiction for words come November. Keep an eye out for my updates on the 50,000 word challenge, posted right here, at the same bee-time on the same bee-channel.

#OctPoWriMo 24 – Haiku

1.

Majestic humpback
Playfully breaches upward
White ocean water

 

2.

In the mild sea waves
Sly pipefish serpentines by
Like seagrass floating

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I always like to write haiku in pair, because the first always reminds me of the second. In this case, from the very large to the very small.

Pipefish as related to seahorses.pipefish

 

#OctPoWriMo 23 – War Stories

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War Stories

When he talked about it
Out of the blue
I listened carefully to his words

The war was decades old
In his mind
And he had stories to tell

Missiles slipped off incoming planes
Scraping across the deck
He leapt out of the way

He cleaned up the messes
Left behind
When the hull was struck

A man walked into a propeller blade
On purpose
He cleaned the deck of blood

He only spoke of it one time
To me
Only one time

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In memory of my father who served in WWII on board the USS Lexington while he was still a teenager. (He got into the Navy early by lying about his age. He was an orphan and needed a place to live and 3 squares.) He used to tell stories about visiting Hawai’i and other shores, humorous tales of shore leave. I only heard one time any stories of battle or life aboard the ship.

Dean WWII