A Writer's 21st Century Memoir.

#OctPoWriMo | Oct 18 – 23

Oct 18 | Fear

The unknown territory is rarely crossed and, for a reason.

When we don’t know, we are afraid.

We live with uncertainty in every season,

When we couldn’t explain it with science, we prayed.

Some let the strange thought slowly creep in

And push society to the next upgrade.

These “some” get charged with crimes of treason,

And forever crazy they are portrayed.

That is until society’s thought is no longer full of unreason

And society wishes no longer to degrade.

These “some” become knowledgeable with lots of expertise in

And all of their descendants are the ones lofty paid.


Oct 19 | Autumn

The leaf falls to the forest floor undisturbed by a passerby,

For it is during this time the leaves begin to slowly wither up and die.

The wind grows crisp and their air becomes cold,

And dampened leaves on the dirt-packed floor grow old with mold.

I walk along a nature-made path through the dying trees,

And crunch happily along the decorative piles of discolored leaves.

I praise autumn for the harvest and the spooky season too,

It is a time for great change and the time to start anew.


Oct 20 | Rose

The soft buds kissed her lips 

as she leaned forward 

and politely sniffed the floral scent 

from the deeply red rose.

Her eyes, half-closed, 

as she did so, 

flickered open causing her long dark lashes to flutter 

and her sweet smile to sweeten further.

The long stems, 

freshly cut, 

were still held in her soft and supple hands, 

and absent was the sharp harsh rose thorn.

She felt the love radiate from the other woman 

with a similar sweet smile 

through the fresh roses 

and thanked her passionately with a kiss.

She saw her future flash brilliantly before her in an instant 

and was so thankful that she did not pass up true love 

because of the way she was born.


Oct 21 | Fire

I peered deeply into the brilliantly orange glow 

past the puffs of billowing smoke from weathered bark,

And I outstretched my bare hands towards the climbing flames 

for only a sample of emerging warmth.

My back positioned toward the cold damp and darkening woods 

twitched with every wafting breeze through our home for the night,  

And my ears listened to the whispering ruffling of leaves 

through the robust towering trees.

My mind wandered a little to no thought in particular 

as the campfire beckoned for me to sit a little closer,

And without touching the miraculously crackling flames, I complied.


Oct 22 | Photograph

I found a photograph the other day and fell back into deep thought with you at the center.

The two of us were trapped on the page in a previous time and there was no erasing this.

There we were, still existing in a pause between breaths that attempted to move life forward. 

Our mouths were wide with smiles and our eyes frozen never seeing the day we grew apart.

Our flimsy time capsule tethered me to a past nearly forgotten.

We are no longer who we were, and we will one day notice change again.


Oct 23 | River

The swiftly swishing sound of the wild water in the rushing river 

Elevated the pace of the beating booming of my hasted heart 

So much so, that I felt the battered beating in my brain.

We were carefully crossing the crazy river 

When I nearly knocked myself down 

While tripping terribly over my tired toes.

I felt the fleeting flash of my fantastic life flood my flickering eyes—

And then I took a deep breath.

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