There were no awards given out at some beautiful ceremony, or trophies sitting high on top of pillars with my name engraved in the gold colored metal—but, I did it. I finished another writing challenge, and now I have pages of poems that I actually like, and some of them I even feel pretty proud of.
The 31-day blogging challenge to write a poem a day for the month of October was probably one of the best things I could have done to dip my feet back into the pool of poetry and kick start my writing for the rest of the year.
OctPoWriMo, or October Poem Writing Month, different from NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, which takes place in the month of April, encourages participants to push themselves and their writing and to explore poetry for another month out of the year. (more…)
OctPoWriMo Day 28: If The Sun Never Rose Again
A dark heavy blanket lies over the land,
and the bright white lights that shine through its holes
never dim as time goes on.
The moon in the sky still pulls up waves over the sand,
and those waking now from sleep
wait for eternity until dawn.
No more warm rays of light.
The night never becomes day.
If the sun never rose again
we would all fade away.
OctPoWriMo Day 29: Writer’s Prompt – “Breathtaking”
OctPoWriMo Day 23: Santa Ana Winds
It’s barely seven in the morning and I’ve just gotten out of bed.
The sun has just come up over the horizon
and I’m already sweating what seems like bullets of lead.
I get dressed, walk out the door, and feel the wind on my face.
The weather is brewing something evil
and spewing the devil’s hot breath like a canister of mace.
The mountain gap winds, so dry in their origin,
whip past giving whiplash to those who can still
withstand Southern California.
The Westward winds fan flames so unbelievably high
it feels like standing in front of a heater while dressed in a wool sweater.
Sadly, it seems the warm weather has made all my plants die.
OctPoWriMo Day 24: Water
OctPoWriMo Day 16:
We help our people?
What about Puerto Rico?
There’s still no power.
OctPoWriMo Day 17: Journey through the Universe
around the sun to get here.
—Still hoping for more.
OctPoWriMo Day 18: Nightmare
OctPoWriMo Day 4: “Between Clouds & The Water” Writing Prompt
My body peacefully drifts across the surface of the pool of water like a piece of wood lost at sea.
I open my eyes for a moment to see the delicate puffs of material like white cotton floating over me.
I close my eyes as I continue to drift between the clouds and the water, barely sinking into the cool blue.
I plan to wait there until the air grows cold and the sun hides behind the grayer clouds giving me the cue.