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Fantastical #OctPoWriMo

They gathered round

black feathers slick

drops splash against

stain the skin

wings-spanned mountainside

flutters soft at first,

the furious, furring

sand pulling and spinning

stealing air,

squinted sights so beaks

restrained with golden ropes,

strained but never snapped.

On their backs

through lowered lashes

they are ephemeral

the existence makes hearts

fear to thud, so they

slip a beat to not

compete with perfection.

They are jealous,

you know.

They tower above

the wind moves not a

white robe,

nary a dark hair,

with a gesture,

flippant and unimportant

the lot has dropped to its knees.

Young and old,

knobby and knobbed,

Their homage would be paid.

Their gift would be taken now.

It had all be foretold.

Years ago when the books written in a language

as buried as the long dead speaker.

They kneel.

And they wait.


This poem was influenced by the prompt  for #OctPoWriMo. I have planned to write more poems, but I didn’t have any inspiration until I saw today’s prompt “Fantastical.” And this came up. I hope you enjoyed reading it and tell me in the comments when you hear the word fantastical, what comes to mind? If you want to share a poem, I would love that.

Aloha y’all! 


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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

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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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