Friday, October 18, 2019

OctPoWriMo Day 18


Disappointment to a noble soul is what cold water is to burning metal; it strengthens, tempers, intensifies, but never destroys it.
                                                        — Eliza Tabor

Today's Prompt: First Time You Were Disappointed 

Disappointment dogs us throughout our life. Some are minor disappointments, we get over them pretty soon but some are like a festering wound. Whether we are beaten by it or use it to strengthen our resolve is sometimes in our hands and sometimes beyond our control.

Do you remember your first disappointment? Was it in school? Was it about grades or when mom was late to pick you up? Was it in high school when you were spurned by your first love? Or when you couldn't pursue a course of your choice, were not selected for the school team, first job, failed relationships...it could be anything. Maybe you are disappointed right now with the course your life has taken.



“There’s always failure. And there’s always disappointment. And there’s always loss. But the secret is learning from the loss, and realizing that none of those holes are vacuums.” 
                                                                                               ― Michael J. Fox

How do you deal with disappointment?  Do you let despondency shroud you or do you bounce back with renewed vigour. There is no right way or wrong way to deal with disappointments that pepper our life. But to give up, in my humble opinion, would be to give up on life!

I would not like to suggest any poetry form today because I know mine is going to be a long ramble. Some of you may say the same thing succinctly in the form of a Haiku! So please, allow the words to flow and maybe we will all learn from each other about disappointments or how to deal with them.

Word Prompts:
Heartbroken
Hurt
Resolve
Broken
Strengthen
This too shall pass
Prayer
Overcome
Faith
Give up

"If we will be quiet and ready enough, we shall find compensation in every disappointment.” 
                                                                                                        – Henry David Thoreau

Thursday, October 17, 2019

OctPoWriMo Day 17

Can you believe we’re over halfway through this poetry journey? I know I always learn something every year I take part in OctPoWriMo, and I always get better at writing. And I usually find a new poetic form I’d never heard of before. I do love the suggested forms, don’t you? Today’s Prompt: Family “The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life.” -Richard Bach “Family is a life jacket in the stormy sea of life.” -J.K. Rowling "Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind.... or forgotten." -Lilo and Stitch “Friends become our chosen family.” -Unknown
Image by Hari Mohan from Pixabay
Who is your family? Are you close to your biological family? Do you have a chosen family? I have seven siblings, and I am only close to one of them. My sister is my best friend, but I actually blocked one of my brothers online because he’s so toxic. However, family is still very important to me. My friends are so very important to me. I am an introvert so it takes me a long time to truly be friends with someone, and then they are family. I don’t have many true friends, so I treasure my chosen family. Word Prompts: Brother Sister Blood Chosen Love Suggested Poetry Type: Kyrielle Remember, our prompts are only suggestions, and you can find your inspiration wherever your muse leads you. Please visit the other participants, share the hashtag #OctPoWriMo on social media, and share your link in the comments below.
Esther Spurrill Jones has been writing since she was very young. She has written in many genres, but poetry is her first love. She has a few collections of poetry available on Kindle. Esther enjoys introducing people who have little or no experience to the joy of poetry. To this end, she has written several articles on Medium on how to write and enjoy poetry. Esther lives in the Frozen North (Saskatchewan, Canada) with the love of her life and three awesome terrible cats.

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

OctPoWriMo Day 16

I apologize for the lateness of this prompt. I fell last Sunday and injured my left knee. The doc says he thinks I tore my meniscus and I have an appointment to see an orthopedist on Friday. Until then, and probably for four to six weeks, I have to stay off my feet. Which means I can't work walking dogs. It has thrown me into an emotional roller coaster (on top of the one I was already on with my break ups) and a bit of brain fog. If you want to read more about this, you can find it in my public post, And the Universe Laughs on my patreon.


Photo by MDragonwillow
Ah, good ol' Father Time, I know him well. He is constantly there reminding us that our time here is short and if we don't make the best of it we will never accomplish what we want to accomplish with the limited time we have on this, planet earth. 

When my exes mother died sixteen years ago, I noticed she had a clock in every room. I immediately decided I didn't want to live my life ruled by the clock and got rid of almost all of the clocks in my home. Of course in this society we have to allow clocks a say in our lives, but I wanted to minimize it as much as possible. 

Of course I couldn't help but feel like time is running out when I hit my fifties for all the things I wanted to accomplish in this life. I have discovered that time is very precious and valuable to me and how I spend it. I know I don't want to spend it making money for other people. I want to spend it doing the things I love and have a passion for. It is why I started walking dogs. If I had to do something, outside of my writing and creating, to make a living then I was only going to do something that I cared about, and I love dogs.

Poetry Prompts:

Free write about how you feel about time. Do you have clocks in every room? Do you find your time valuable or do you give it away to everyone else but yourself?

Word Prompts:

Measure
running out
overwhelm
slowly
fast
wasting
giving away
me time


Suggested Poetry Type: Let's go for the Blitz for this poem, it has that, "time is running out" feel.


Music:









Peace,
Morgan Dragonwillow
Read.Dance.Write.Repeat.

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Remember, our prompts are only suggestions, you can find your inspiration wherever your muse leads you. Please visit the other participants, share the hashtag, #OctPoWriMo on social media, and share your link in the comments below. Let us know how this journey into poetry is going for you and if this is your first year or if you have been with us from the beginning.


Morgan Dragonwillow, author of Wild Woman Waking & Dancing within Shadow, is a Bodywork transformer, dancing poet, motivator of words, magical instigator and creatrix of #OctPoWriMo & #PoetsonthePage. Please visit her Patreon page 
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Tuesday, October 15, 2019

OctPoWriMo Day 15

“Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing.” (Matthew 23:37; Luke 13:34)

“A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.” – Princess Diana

Today’s Prompt: Mother May I?

Have you ever played the game “Mother May I?” If not, check out the link. It’s not a very complicated game.

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay


I may not be the most obvious choice to write on a prompt about mothers. My mother died seven years ago and I have unexplained infertility so I will likely never have my own children. So, what can I say about mothers?

My mom wasn’t perfect but she loved me. She taught me how to cook and how to bake and how to knit. She taught me that it’s fun to sing along to your favourite songs whether you can carry a tune or not. She taught me that people are mostly good. She taught me to enjoy stupid fun television and movies.

My mother-in-law is wonderful. She loves me and treats me like one of her own children. My nieces and nephews love me and really enjoy when I babysit them. They fight over who gets to sit beside “Aunty Esther.” My cats are sometimes like babies, demanding attention and care.

What kind of relationship did/do you have with your mother? Do you have kids? Do you want to have kids?

Have you ever asked for something you really wanted? Did you get it?

Word Prompts:
Pregnant
Adoption
Birth
Wish

Suggested Poetry Type: Ballad

Remember, our prompts are only suggestions, and you can find your inspiration wherever your muse leads you. Please visit the other participants, share the hashtag, #OctPoWriMo on social media, and share your link in the comments below.

Esther Spurrill Jones has been writing since she was very young. She has written in many genres, but poetry is her first love. She has a few collections of poetry available on Kindle. Esther enjoys introducing people who have little or no experience to the joy of poetry. To this end, she has written several articles on Medium on how to write and enjoy poetry. Esther lives in the Frozen North (Saskatchewan, Canada) with the love of her life and three awesome terrible cats.

Monday, October 14, 2019

OctPoWriMo Dy 14


"The Earth is a fine place and worth fighting for.”
—Ernest Hemingway

Today's Prompt : Mother Earth

 In Greek mythology, Gaia is the personification of the Earth. She is the ancestral mother of all life: the primal Mother Earth goddess.  In Roman mythology she is known as Terra. Mother Nature, is a common personification of the Earth and its biosphere as the giver and sustainer of life. But the world today is facing incredibly serious and immense natural resource and environmental challenges. Climate change, fresh water depletion, ocean over-fishing, deforestation, air and water pollution, the struggle to feed a planet of billions are just a few of them. We need a concerted effort from all to save our mother.

“The Earth will not continue to offer its harvest, except with faithful stewardship. We cannot say we love the land and then take steps to destroy it for use by future generations.”
—John Paul II
 Right now as I type this, I can see from my window the banyan tree outside. I am grateful for the few patches of greenery around my apartment. But I shudder to think what would happen if these were to disappear. What is your connection with the earth? Have you touched/felt soil/sand with your fingers lately? Do you enjoy rains? Does the fury of nature frighten you?

We enjoy the bounty of nature as a given and some of us do all that we can for mother earth. What would do you do or would like to do?

Free write for ten minutes. Jot down every thought that comes to your mind. Pick the most important thought or collate all of them. Then develop a poem, in any form you like, to depict your relationship with our planet.

Word Prompts:

Life
Giver
Nature
Nurture
Fury
Sustain
"Like music and art, love of nature is a common language that can transcend political or social boundaries.”
—Jimmy Carter

Happy writing!

Please make sure to leave a link to your poem in the comments here so we can all visit and leave constructive/positive comments. 
Remember, our prompts are only suggestions, you can find your inspiration wherever your muse leads you. Share the hashtag, #OctPoWriMo on social media. Also do share how this journey into poetry is going for you.

Sunday, October 13, 2019

OctPoWriMo Day 13



“Alone with myself
The trees bend to caress me
The shade hugs my heart”
                                    --Gilpin
Today's Prompt: Hugging a Tree
The Bishnois of India are known to be one of the earliest tree huggers. In 1730, 363 Bishnois were killed while trying to peacefully protect a grove of Khejri trees in the village of Khejarli. This was also a precursor to the 20th century Chipko movement.
Recent studies have proved that trees provide health benefits.Hugging a tree increases levels of oxytocin, which is responsible for feelings of love, bonding  and well-being.
 Have you been to a park or a forest lately? Did you notice the trees there? Do you know the names of the trees lining your street? And have you ever hugged a tree?
Which is your favourite tree memory?

Word Prompts:
trunk
Bough
Texture
Bark
Shade

Suggested Poetry Form: Rondeau

Please make sure to leave a link to your poem in the comments here so we can all visit and leave constructive/positive comments.
Remember, our prompts are only suggestions, you can find your inspiration wherever your muse leads you. Share the hashtag, #OctPoWriMo on social media. Also do share how this journey into poetry is going for you.

Saturday, October 12, 2019

OctPoWriMo Day 12

“I see a red door and I want it painted black/No colors anymore; I want them to turn black.” -Rolling Stones, Paint it Black
Today’s Prompt: Black
Black is the darkest colour. But is black really a colour? 
Well, that depends on who you ask. In light, black is the absence of colour, but in pigments, black is a colour that absorbs all or most light.
Unfortunately, this is a colour that has some negative connotations and symbolism connected to it. Things like grief, black magic, and evil are often ascribed to the colour black. But black is also seen as the colour of intelligence and elegance. “Black tie” anyone?
Have you ever gone outside out in the country and looked up at the night sky? There are so many stars and the vast emptiness of space is overwhelming and humbling.
Remember you can't have a shadow without light to cast it.
Word Prompts: Shadow Darkness Night Elegant
Suggested Poetry Type: Shadow Sonnet



Remember, our prompts are only suggestions, and you can find your inspiration wherever your muse leads you. Please visit the other participants, share the hashtag, #OctPoWriMo on social media, and share your link in the comments below.

Esther Spurrill Jones has been writing since she was very young. She has written in many genres, but poetry is her first love. She has a few collections of poetry available on Kindle. Esther enjoys introducing people who have little or no experience to the joy of poetry. To this end, she has written several articles on Medium on how to write and enjoy poetry. Esther lives in the Frozen North (Saskatchewan, Canada) with the love of her life and three awesome terrible cats.

Friday, October 11, 2019

OctPoWriMo Day 11

The house is quiet except for my kitten aggressively playing with her toy and running around, zooming from here to there. I think of the silence, which in our society isn't really very silent. As I'm sitting here, besides my kitten, I can hear the fan above me and the fan of the laptop. I can't hear Him breathing in his room, not even sure he's sleeping, but the silence between us is deafening. My silence is so loud my ears are bursting.

Poetry Prompts:

Photo by MDragonwillow
What is silence for you? Is it ever silent where you live? Is it a comfortable silence or is the silence screaming? Have you been silenced? Answer some of these questions or all of them. 

Word Prompts:

Echo
Chaos
Noise
Gag
Muzzle

Suggested Poetry Type: Loop poetry, an invented form from, Shadow Poetry.

Music to move to and to ponder.





Peace,
Morgan Dragonwillow
Read.Dance.Write.Repeat.

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Remember, our prompts are only suggestions, you can find your inspiration wherever your muse leads you. Please visit the other participants, share the hashtag, #OctPoWriMo on social media, and share your link in the comments below. Let us know how this journey into poetry is going for you and if this is your first year or if you have been with us from the beginning.


Morgan Dragonwillow, author of Wild Woman Waking & Dancing within Shadow, is a Bodywork transformer, dancing poet, motivator of words, magical instigator and creatrix of #OctPoWriMo & #PoetsonthePage. Please visit her Patreon page 
to discover more of her words, art, and prompts, including her uncensored self.




Thursday, October 10, 2019

OctPoWriMo Day 10 Touch

Hi. I'm Maria. Nice to meet you. This is my first time writing a prompt for OctPoWriMo.

Can I touch you? 

 

No matter how you feel about being touched, I'm not physically able to touch you, however, my words might, my ideas might, poetry will. 

I remember the first time someone asked if they could kiss me, it would have been my first “real” kiss, but the question stole my idea of the passion of it. I got mad and said NO even though I wanted it. Why would that kiss have been different? What in that touching of lips would have been different without the surprise of the movie ideal slow-move? Why does a kiss even have meaning that is different than touching of fingers, or hips, or toes?



I have absolutely no connection or rights to this video. It's just on youtube.

I was going to avoid this video that kept coming up when I looked up Touch, but watching it, I laughed out loud twice: the first time I saw the “flesh-colored” vinyl bodice over her pink sweatshirt and then when she danced in it trying to be sexy. Okay, I laughed a lot more than that. As a costumer this is the funniest video I've seen in a long time. I thought I'd include it because the few words in the song have a lot to do with how we think about touch.

Prompt: A small touch can mean so much. But was it intended? What is touching you right now? What are you touching?


What's great about that video is the visuals contradict the message. Those dancer's are as interested in touching floors and walls as people, but it does project the idea that touch is about sensuality and wanting to be touched—I would say—desperately.

Word prompts

I usually think of texture as adjectives, but today I want touch to be active. What happens when we use texture words as verbs? Objects bump, welt, smooth. And what do textures do to you? They can melt, dry, chill, prick, grate, knot, soften.


Poetry type: Clarity Pyramid


Remember, our prompts are only suggestions, you can find your inspiration wherever your muse leads you. Please visit the other participants, share the hashtag, #OctPoWriMo on social media, and share your link in the comments below. Let us know how this journey into poetry is going for you and if this is your first year or if you have been with us from the beginning.


 
Maria L. Berg enjoys brisk swims in the Pacific Northwest. Her short fiction has appeared in Five on the Fifth, America's Emerging Writers Anthology and most recently in Writer Shed Stories. She writes and photo-illustrates Gator McBumpypants picture books and plays many instruments. You can find her poetry at experiencewriting.com.

Wednesday, October 9, 2019

OctPoWriMo Day 9

 

Do you always believe what you see? Do you view the world through rose-colored glasses? It’s a matter of perspective. I often miss small details in daily life, usually because I’m so wrapped up in my thoughts. There have been plenty of times when my husband changed the curtains or painted a room or got a haircut and I didn’t notice until days (or sometimes weeks) later. I am the Absent-Minded Professor at times. 

I think, as writers, we see the world in a different way. We can take the mundane and pull out minute details others might not notice. The way we interpret what we see makes all the difference and what we see says a lot about who we are.

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For today’s prompt, think about viewing things in a different way. Help us to see what you see and use your words to paint a vivid image.

Word Prompts:
see/seeing
believe/believing
truth
perception
eyes
windows


Music Prompt


Suggested Form:
 free choice 


Michele Vecchitto is a writer and former middle school teacher.  Her poetry has been published in literary journals and anthologies as well as in three self-published volumes. Michele read her poems at the Austin International Poetry Festival and was honored to be included in When Time and Space Conspire. 


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Tuesday, October 8, 2019

OctPoWriMo Day 8

They say scent is the most powerful of our senses. Even the slightest hint of an aroma can trigger intense memories. Each time I smell roasted peppers, I’m instantly transported back into my grandmother’s kitchen. It fills me with happiness. If I get a whiff of a particular perfume, memories of my mother instantly fill my head. Scent and memory are forever linked.

Sometimes the way something smells has the opposite effect. Some odors can make you physically ill or pull forth unpleasant memories. What’s the first thing you think of when someone mentions a skunk or rotting garbage? You don’t have to experience the event first hand for it to elicit a strong reaction.

photo: Pinterest


Which sent triggers your most powerful memory? What images come to mind? Capture the feeling in your poem.

Word Prompts:
evoke
trigger
sweet
sour
transfixed
transcend
embody


Suggested poetry forms: Freeverse or Sonnet


Remember, our prompts are only suggestions, you can find your inspiration wherever your muse leads you. Please visit the other participants, share the hashtag, #OctPoWriMo on social media, and share your link in the comments below. Let us know how this journey into poetry is going for you and if this is your first year or if you have been with us from the beginning.



Michele Vecchitto is a writer and former middle school teacher.  Her poetry has been published in literary journals and anthologies as well as in three self-published volumes. Michele read her poems at the Austin International Poetry Festival and was honored to be included in When Time and Space Conspire. 


You can read more of her work on her blog -










Monday, October 7, 2019

OctPoWriMo Day 7

“The soothing tongue is a tree of life, but a perverse tongue crushes the spirit.” Proverbs 15:4 NIV
Can you believe it has already been a week?! I hope you’re having as much fun on this year’s poetry journey as I am. I love being challenged by the prompts, and I especially look forward to reading how others interpret them differently than I do.
Today’s Prompt: Tongue, Tasting and Speaking
Image by StockSnap from Pixabay
When I think of the tongue, so many things come to mind. Speaking, tasting, kissing, singing, getting it stuck to cold metal outside in the winter… Just me?
Have you ever gone outside when it’s snowing and let the flakes fall onto your tongue? Have you ever gotten shampoo in your mouth while washing your hair? Have you ever tasted the ocean? Or rain?
What does your favourite food taste like? What is the grossest thing you’ve ever tasted?
Sticks and stones may break my bones, But words can break my heart.
I wrote that when I was just a kid. I already knew that words can hurt. But words can heal too. When was a time when someone said something to you, or you said something to someone, that broke a heart? When was a time when you found the right words at the right moment to heal someone’s heart? What words do you always go back to when you need encouragement?
Have you ever been in a situation where you felt that someone needed to speak up against an injustice? Did you speak up? If yes, what did you say? If no, what do you wish you’d said?
Maybe you’d like to write about your first kiss. Or giving a speech. Or something else altogether. It’s up to you. It’s your tongue. Use it.
Word Prompts: Sweet Sour Bitter Broken Healing
Suggested Poetry Type: Tongue Twister
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Remember, our prompts are only suggestions, and you can find your inspiration wherever your muse leads you. Please visit the other participants, share the hashtag, #OctPoWriMo on social media, and share your link in the comments below.

Sunday, October 6, 2019

OctPoWriMo Day 6

It seems I blitzed and didn't realize I had to write this prompt and I'm not at home. I'm doing this from my phone.

Poetry Prompts:

Photo by MDragonwillow 
Blue is so much more than a color. Check out the many varied definitions of blue.Tell us what blue is for you.


Word Prompts:

Healing
Melancholy
Smart
Music
Politics

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