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Avoiding Tree Sentinels | #OctPoWriMo Day 12

Avoiding Tree Sentinals

Summertime’s green felt familiar
like paint chips leaving blank puzzle spots on
Mom’s porch.
Or the grassy strands I’d watch sway with the
wind during my summertime blues.
Air carried whispers of honeysuckle and pears. That
simpering temptress, the pear tree
bearing her succulent fruit. Arms spread wide
with her green leaves shaking.
We weren’t allowed to climb her limbs,
to conquer the wild.
We could bruise the fruit.
Or fall.

She had the perfect footholds.
The strongest limbs.
Around her feet were her soldiers
guarding her precious wards.
Yellow jackets buzzed around, sometimes
so thick we’d avoid that part of the yard
walking up the yard to the side street above
where the neighbors’ children played
too little to hang with us big kids.

But when the winged sentinels weren’t out
the temptation grew too much
and we’d try to scamper up unseen.
Inevitably, we’d get yelled at,
my father’s voice roaring out from
the depths of the living room.
Then I’d steal a pear from her
chomping into the sweet, fleshy fruit,
sitting on the porch again.

This poem was written for OctPoWriMo. I was thinking about a few of the challenges and decided to write this. I’m going to link this up for Day 12, even though technically, it’s still the 11th here. Time is a strange concept when you’re in the slowest time zone around. I went rogue and didn’t go with the prompt.

31 day

I hope your writing is going well, if you’ve joined us. And feel free to check out yesterday’s post about The Reverie Journal and Project #WriteTube.


Aloha y’all! 


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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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