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
Category: poetry
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…
dVerse — two polyptotonic poems
The first one sounds more like a tongue twister than anything. Monty the Mountaineer Monty, a mountainous mountaineer, Mounted a gold-seeking expedition for the mountains. In the planning, Supplies mounted and Monty moaned at the mounting costs. Not known as being a mountebank, Monty nonetheless Mounted the mounting costs with a Go Fund Me…
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…
dVerse — The Question as Poetry — Where can a blind man live who is pursued by bees?
Sprung squalling from red gore Starved of mother’s milk Tilted with shadow Clawing for life Unaccompanied * No echoes nor music Sliced by briars Tattered trek Storm-colored glasses Lightning blasted * Tap-tap-tap Fertility flailed Sterility prevailed Eden plowed Soft white hands * Wilderness of bees Callous calculations Stumbled careless Lulling hum – imprinted…
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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