#OctPoWriMo Day 9-Love

 

Love Is…

By Jesi Scott

 

The warm bath after a long, hard day,

The warmth that chases the cold away.

The cool wind that blows ‘midst the summer heat,

The toe-tapping soul-dancing musical beat.

 

The cosy blanket we snuggle up in,

The jolt that sends us into a tailspin.

The light that shines and shows the rocks ahead,

The reason for spending the rainy day in bed.

 

The reason to hold someone close,

The reason your heart to expose.

The reason for my staying near

Is because love brought you and made you dear.

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#OctPoWriMo Day 4-… and Other Strange Animals

Fossils

By Jesi Scott

 

They lie in sand,

Beached whales unable to get back to water,

Left rotting in sun and wind;

Wooden bones scoured smooth,

Evaporated skin cracked and peeling,

Turning to dust when waving grasses

Lean in to kiss goodbye.

 

Inside the skeleton,

Organs left to disintegrate

But time and tide,

And the oddity of nature,

Left some preserved in petrified state,

Tarp-covered,

Some left residing in hollows or under ribs,

Nautical relics left as attestation

Of when humans ruled the earth.

 

*The prompt today was to write about strange animals and to use personification and anthropomorphism the way Gerald Durrell did. (Side note: Lizzi sent me a trilogy of his books for my birthday this year, and up until she did I had never read them or heard of them. Now suddenly, Durrell’s name is everywhere in my life.) Instead, I used reverse anthropomorphism, zoomorphism (doesn’t actually fit my intentions because I’m attributing animal qualities to human objects, not human events, deity, or humans themselves) to abandoned boats and what a future generation that does not know what they are would think about them. Or aliens, if they were to exist. The original title was Museum Exhibit Description but I changed it to Fossils to try and portray a sense of time. Although I like the idea of the original title giving one the sense that they are walking in a museum looking at relics. There was a suggested form/forms but I wrote this during the summer and felt it was more fitting for today’s prompt.

Recess (Going On Holiday)

“Come and play” the soft voice whispers in my ear,

And I open my eyes to see who is there.

“Come and play” it whispers again

As I rub and stretch the sleep from my skin.

 

“It’s nice out here. Come and see.”

But I ignore the words and drink my tea.

“Please come and play. I’m lonely and bored.”

Instead I read the news and leave the voice ignored.

 

“Won’t you at least look outside?”

I glance at the pile of dishes needing to be washed and dried.

“Isn’t the sky looking especially blue?”

It does remind me of the waters of Corfu.

 

Maybe I’ll step outside for a moment, or two

Feel the sun on my face, let the breeze set my hair askew.

But then, perhaps, a drive might be nice

Go somewhere new, let fate roll the dice.

 

“Come and play” the sky whispered in my ear,

So I packed my bags. Au revoir, my dear.

Ode to Ra

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I’d seek me a poet
Too likely to find
Me driven (I know it)
Right out of my mind

With rhymes falling
Somewhere twixt
Someone and Seuss
Something within me
Then giggles, runs loose

Loose like the running
Of fingers through sand
Loose, unbecoming
Laid back on the land
Loose as a goosey
All feathered with down
Words run profusely
Out, back, and around.

Running like rivers
Run into the sea
Upon the sea shore
Should it be Shel I see?
Time runs like diamonds
Turn tumbled and whole
Your world turned to rhyme and
A poem your soul.

 

Sometimes poetry by other poets inspires me to poem – in this case a tip of the poetic hat to Shel Silverstein, by Ra Avis, in her poem ‘I am magnificent’

Beware of Trojans Hiding in the Dessert

 

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Rich, velvet-smoothed decadence

Of chocolate cheesecake death,

Topped with whipped cream.

The only thing missing from his apology,

Besides the actual words,

Was the cherry on top,

And he ate half before I had a single bite;

So much for asking for forgiveness.

Chocolate apologies lie.

 

* Written in 2014 after being brought a physical apology instead of a verbal one. Needless to say, it wasn’t a sincere apology in the least, but did inspire a poem to immortalize the situation. 😉 #BewareOfWriters

#NaPoWriMo po-eh-TREE

Today’s prompt called for things I didn’t know had a name, but which I ADORE making – calligrams – poems in the shape of the thing they’re poeming. I usually go with trees, but I’ve also used waves before now…and I can’t remember what else. Trees tend to work best, though, and I thought (because life is tough enough right now) I’d use ‘one I made earlier’

Tree Poem

 

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