#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.

#OctPoWriMo-Day 2: Poems and Notes to You

Termination Notification

By Jesi Scott

 

Hastily scribbled,

His goodbye was four words long

-Short and to the point-

 

Breaking up is hard to do,

Or so all the sad songs say.

 

* Day 2-Write a poem or note to “you”, whether it be to yourself or someone else. Find your audience and then write a tanka or cinquain. I chose to write a tanka, though both would have lent itself well to my poem. But I like writing tankas, which is why I chose it. Poem is non-autobiographical; it could be anyone. Usually, notes are short and to the point and I love how the poetic form emphasizes that feeling.

Ear-Worm Insomnia

Song sung blue

In my head,

Around and around I go,

Tossing and turning in my bed.

 

Weeping like a willow,

Thoughts a steady stream,

Leaves play Follow-the-Leader

In an unfamiliar dream.

 

Awake on my pillow,

Watch the spinning carousel;

Words fly up, twirling,

Then fall and dispel.

 

Sand sifting through my fingers

Time and time again.

Clock ticks winding down the hours

As sleep evades my domain.

 

*Since July I have been writing like a maniac, including recently getting up from 4-5 a.m. to write with one partner and then writing again a little later on in the day with someone else. It’s amazing what you can accomplish when you schedule time for yourself to do something. This poem is one result of a folder full of poems I’ve been working on. This one was inspired by Neil Diamond (obviously). I tend to get songs stuck in my head right before going to sleep and this one stuck hard. So, I decided to use it in a poem. Thank you, Neil, for creating such a great song to have as an ear-worm. 

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.

Remembrance

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I remember

The day of smoke and blood

When bodies and ash

rained from the sky.

 

I remember

the day men held innocence hostage,

judged it guilty,

and executed it

-death by hellfire.

 

I remember

the ground shaking

as buildings crumbled,

and all wore shades of gray.

Death colors us all the same.

 

But I remember

how Courage walked the streets

and flew through the air

and heroes were born

and they gave us hope,

though some died

and we cried for their sacrifice.

 

Most of all,

I remember the silence

as the world mourned,

and strangers comforted

others in the streets as compassion,

not fear,

brought us all together

as one.