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October Poetry Challenge: Day 24

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Adventure

 

A faint brush of hope

whisks across my painting,

and I watch an image form

of a crow and a sparrow,

myself and another

embarking on

an adventure beyond the mountains.

*

Happy Thursday, friends! Hope you’re having a good week so far ❀

Loie

 

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October Poetry Challenge: Day 23

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Escape

 

The stone feels foreign beneath my fingertips.

Dirt crumbles, moss glares, the wind accuses me.

A loud-mouthed crow dives forward.

 

My foot slips on a loose brick,

but a helping hand steadies me

I won’t be devoured by the ravenous bramble this time.

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Hiya friends, I’m a bit behind on the poetry challenge becauseΒ I traveled to Nova Scotia last weekend to visit my family.

We went to a pumpkin farm with giant pumpkins (some of them weighed over 1000 pounds), visited pumpkin people in Kentville, and stopped at the cutest tea room called Tangled Garden.

It was a great little getaway, and I returned with a new story idea for my NaNoWriMo project πŸ˜€ I’ve already written two chapters, haha. When inspiration hits, I follow ❀ I’m going to save my notes for this project and tackle it in December or January.

Happy writing and see you tomorrow!

Loie

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October Poetry Challenge: Day 18

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Light Abounds

 

A bright goldenrod

drops on my cold windowsill,

on this rainy day.

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Hey everyone, hope you’re having a good month so far. I couldn’t find a pic of a goldenrod so I settled with the one above πŸ™‚

See you tomorrow!

Loie

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October Poetry Challenge: Day 13, 14, 15, & 16

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A Calling

 

Every month

the mournful wind calls

and I must endure it-

for the town that ignores my presence,

for the ones who aren’t yet born.

*

Want

 

If you asked me what I wanted,

I would sit back, stumped.

Other than escaping this tower,

I have no idea of what I should want-

could want.

*

Let’s Go to the Sea

 

If the wind wails a horrible tune,

then the sea promises to heal.

Or this is what I believe.

 

I can only see the pale stretch of sapphire

lined with white foam,

of what I imagine must be waves.

*

Alone

 

The dance of the leaves

reminds me of swaying trees

and forgotten friends.

*

Hope you’re all having a great week!

Loie

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October Poetry Challenge: Day 10, 11, & 12

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Lost Moon

 

There are some who say,

the wind always held monsters between its wispy teeth,

but I know better than that.

The terrors only arrived after the moon fell from the sky.

 

So here I must stay, like the ones before,

and sing away the roaring gale

bending in impossible shapes.

*

A Pit

 

Beyond my prison rests a snow-topped mountain.

Deep inside the towering giant

an abyss waits.

 

Darkness sings a ballad from the cracked rock.

I should never go there,

says the scribbled note in my book.

*

Visitor

 

Scarlet leaves flutter into my room

and a crow perches at my windowsill.

A flash of olive-green eyes and a cackle.

 

I rush to my window

but only see endless burnt-gold woods and

an impossibly tall stone tower.

*

Happy Canadian Thanksgiving, friends ❀

Loie xo

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October Poetry Challenge: Day 7, 8, & 9

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Echoes

 

The wind weeps tonight.

I press my hands over my ears

but I can’t stop listening.

 

The low moans tug at me,

and part of my armor unravels

into silver dust.

 

Shoving my hands into my pockets,

I close my eyes and sing as loud as I can,

until my voice grows hoarse.

 

The gale doesn’t stop crying,

but neither will I stop humming.

I mustn’t fall asleep while the wind wails.

*

They Say

 

They say she was fair,

fair as the dark red dahlia,

cheery as the loyal sunflower,

and sweet as jasmine.

 

I say I wish I knew her,

wish I could talk

to the one my heart longs for.

I say her name is Mother.

*

A Welcome Song

Leaves chatter and chant

as the regal Autumn King

awakens at last.

 

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Sorry I was away for a couple of days πŸ™‚ See you tomorrow!

Loie