#OctPoWriMo Day 5: Sharp

scissors

Angry girl,

why do you run with scissors on your tongue?

One fall

and down comes all.

 

Angry girl,

Sharp words enemies make to rake

you over the coals.

Release those goals.

 

Angry girl,

Acid words cut like swords.

Forgive, and let go your pain.

Be cleansed and smile again.

 

Angry girl,

Why do you run with scissors on your tongue?

One fall,

and down comes all.

 

*Really have no idea the inspiration for this one. Thinking about sharp things and sharp words so arguments came to mind and I began writing. Along the way the idea came to me about how whenever we’re angry we say things to wound, or we might walk away and do something dangerous or that can hurt someone or ourselves. I’ve heard people laugh and make jokes about running with scissors but it’s never funny when the thing you least expect actually happens. In fact, it’s sort of breath-taking and shocking, even though you were warned. I titled this one Pointed Words-a little tongue in cheek there.

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#OctPoWriMo Day 4: Purple

purple

They dressed me in it every holiday,

The color I hated with royal passion.

Purple rain infuses my skin.

 

Never was I good enough for other colors;

No, it was always grape for me.

They dressed me in it every holiday.

 

Except one Christmas of sky-blue hue

A princess dress I wore that never bore

The color I hated with royal passion.

 

Now see what lies within these noble veins

That lay hidden all those years ago…

Purple rain infuses my skin.

 

*Original title is Blue-Blooded. The poetry type is Cascade. The inspiration came from my childhood when for every holiday my step-grandmother would make holiday dresses for me in purple. My favorite color was blue but my cousin (who also had blonde hair) was dressed in it. The irony is that her favorite color was purple. We laugh about it now but it was a constant source of dread every year growing up. 🙂

#OctPoWriMo Day 3: Sparkling

 

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There she is across the pond

Throwing glitter into the air,

Wishing for a breeze to send it your way,

A little of her love drifting to you there.

 

See the smile that spreads o’er her face,

The sparkle that lights up her eyes,

Thoughts of you light her days

And shine in her night-clad skies.

 

#OctPoWriMo Day 3. Who sparkles more than our very own Glitterbomber? She deserves an ode.

#OCtPoWriMo Day 2: Void

 

barren

Alone, I walk this desolate land

Though friends I see on either hand

Walking along with downcast head

On this path our weary feet do tread.

 

Barren dunes under a quiescent sky

Phantom battles magnify

Over and over lost words we said

On this path our weary feet do tread.

 

Into the void to gain perspective

To survive Life’s ravages our objective

To emerge restored despair we bled

On this path our weary feet do tread.

 

*Day 2’s offering for #OctPoWriMo. I enter the void a lot. In fact, I’ve lived there this summer and am currently trying to fight the current and find my way to shore. The void is necessary, I think, to prepare your spirit to face more struggle. Life is beautiful but it is also hard and can be terrifying; it is necessary to cultivate a place to simply exist without emotion because carrying the weight on your shoulders is exhausting. I’ve tried to evoke how I feel when I’m in the void in my attempt at a Kyrielle. Though we feel all alone in the vastness of the place, the void is actually rather crowded because we are all there fighting many of the same battles. However, it often feels as if a chasm exists between us all, doesn’t it?

 

#OctPoWriMo-Day 1: TIME

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Cupcakes

By Jesi Scott

 

I mix the cake batter first

-Eggs, water, oil, boxed cake mix-

While he puts the cupcake liners in the pan

And we discuss how credit history works,

And his friend who isn’t his girlfriend,

And music

While the bean soup sits on the stove simmering

For tonight’s supper.

The mix, now liquid, is spooned into the liners

And popped into the oven

And he discusses how upset he gets with himself

Over how he treats people

And how he doesn’t like manipulating others

And how he doesn’t like making people feel bad,

And I simply ready the icing materials,

Listening to the man-child sitting at the counter,

waiting for the timer to stop counting down

These perfect moments that will never stand still.

 

*For my Biggest Son. Enjoy the perfect moments.