Freed: #OctPoWriMo Day 6


distance haiku

I’m going to try to be a bit more on the ball with this and other things. For the Day 6 prompt, it was about freedom. I wrote a quick haiku about what would make me feel the most free. I want to travel everywhere and anywhere at a moment’s notice. Or at least, I want to have that opportunity. Knowing myself fairly well, I wouldn’t want to travel all the time.


Spin the globe, pick one

Weekend, this is where we go.

World greets us open arms. 

What would make you feel the most free? Let me know in the comments!

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Resigned : Days 2-5 #OctPoWriMo


I have been mentally in a different world and before I knew it four days had passed since my last poem. Sometimes I’ll become consumed with one thing to the detriment of others.

I’m going to give a go at writing one poem to suit them all. Or rather, a poem that has days 2 through 5 prompts in mind.

Day 2’s prompt said to watch a video

I watched this one without the sound on:

The song when I listened to it absolutely gutted me. In a fit of panic I made my Mathmagician promise that we’d never just stop talking. That we’d always check in. I actually wrote a post about this here, because I’m a traditionalist and harken back to the days of old when scribes wrote very personal feelings for the world on parchment paper and posted them on light posts. Maybe not? Ah well.

Watching the video without sound, I found it actually more optimistic. And I saw that he was trying to reach out to her a bit more than she did him. I saw that even though they weren’t as warm as they used to be when they were younger, they were together. And I saw they didn’t want to be without each other.

The third day’s prompts used these words:




The fourth day’s prompt had these words:




The fifth prompt used these words:


And now I’ll try to make all of this a poem that make some semblance of sense.


Their hands, separated by sea
a distance so fantastic as to
consume them with the numbers.
Stranded on separate islands
where no magic wands nor fairly tales
could release them from their


Finger tips tapped Morse
desperate to find love’s code
in a few beats.

Exhaustion has set
after years of whimpered silence
callused fingertips beg for


They resign to their solitude
sending up smoke signals
of heartbreak.

Tell me what you thought of it in the comments and do try out OctPoWriMo. Granted, I’m not a paragon example of writing everyday, but I do show that you can do this as you will. And falling short sometimes is alright. You’re only human too.



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#OctPoWriMo Cloudy Acrostic

Today is October 1st, the first day of OctPoWriMo! If you’re unfamiliar, it’s 31 days of poetry for the month of October. I’m going to attempt a new poem every day. Fortunately, there’s a prompt over there to help. I’ll be writing a few over the course of the month as well. It’s a really good time and I hope you try it out.

Today’s prompt was about clouds. I realized I haven’t taken the time to stare the clouds to see a shape since I was a child. I remember laying on the grass seeing entire menageries flash before my eyes. Shapes shifting. It was one of the few times when my friends and I were totally quiet. I’m sure our parents were glad when we’d get lost in the clouds.

Today’s suggested poetry form is acrostic. I haven’t written one since I was a kid, so it feels perfect.

Cushioned neck
On cupped hands

See you tomorrow for Day 2!


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