I am from what was not to what I am From open arms of she I can’t describe Of bone and blood and skin and soul I am Before I was inert and now alive Origin-al mystery’s telegram Glitters travel across the universe Returning to her at the end’s traverse Morgan Dragonwillow…
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OctPoWriMo2019 Day 26 — If Love
If love alights may you rest tender as storms will blow you away. When clouds clear and sun is bright may you return to me again, love. If stubbornness digs in my heels, may sand be wet without purchase. Lay me in the surf to drown in your sweet kisses, love. If hurts taint our…
OctPoWriMo2019 Day 25 — White
White Humming space between things which sings Echoes with resonant unknowns Empty with potential’s plenty Morgan Dragonwillow (and today’s co-host, Esther Jones) is the host of OctPoWriMo. Esther says: Today’s prompt: White Word Prompts: Snow Cold Clouds Death Suggested form: Musette image link here
OctPoWriMo2019 Day 24 — breathe — Take You In Push It Out (song)
Take You In Push It Out Verse: Had a day like I never had before Want to run, want to run right out the door Oh this job, oh it gives me such a pain When I come have to come back here again Only thing, thing that makes it worth my while Is at…
OctPoWriMo2019 Day 23 — Furbabies
The first poem is about my dog Chauncey, who was a beloved family member from 2004 – 2016. I will never stop missing him. Chauncey equals character plus Happy he was, and happiness he gave Always there for company Unusually strong, undefeated tug-of-war champ No mean bones in his body, but an impish spirit Calm…
OctPoWriMo Day 22 — Broken Toys
Broken Toys From a tender age I was broken Broken but too young to know it It started with making sense of insanity Insanity’s reign in my book was writ Each place I turned the normal paled Paled against the twisted paths Paths alluring they were for me Me led to bumbling, tortured aftermaths…
OctPoWriMo2019 Day 21 — small sail, big keel
Now you see it’s where jaws clench pressure builds walking with purpose down a corridor of doors opening each one and finding brick wall, known fail, or detour unhappy adventure, known outcome isn’t there another hall I can try, or is this it? Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock when you were born in a hallway and it’s all you…
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