OctPoWriMo Day 20: “Living Garden: How We Planted Dinner”
Living leaves of luscious green
grow to great heights,
having healthy helpings of water.
When the weather permits,
picking potted plants for dishes
delights the daring lodgers.
Leaving little, the guests
gobble the garden hastily
heaving heartily all the while.
We willfully wet our pallets
piling pairings of plum drink
down during dinner until it’s late.
OctPoWriMo Day 21: Tired
My eyelids fall farther
blocking my sight with every blink.
I am incredibly exhausted
after a considerably long day,
and my mind becomes cloudy
making it hard for me to think.
I imagine nothing but sleep
leaving me with nothing else to say.
OctPoWriMo Day 22: What Does It Mean to Be A Writer?
What does it mean to share thoughts
built with words for willing strangers?
What do you say about those who paint
with carefully arranged letters,
or those who love spinning stories
as enthusiastic literary entertainers?
What does it mean to pour your heart out on paper
or reveal your deepest fears?
how do you define a group of people
who give birth to new worlds,
and create legends of heroes and villains
that will survive for hundreds of years?
What does it mean to see through graphemes
and solve problems with elements of speech?
How do we define those that dive
deep into the depths of human imagination,
and relay parabolic tales without having to
step inside a place of worship and preach?