Writer, Avid Traveler, Daydreamer, Adventurer, and Baker
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.
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Happy Thursday, friends! Hope you’re having a good week so far ❤
Loie
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 because 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 😀 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
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 🙂
See you tomorrow!
Loie
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.
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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.
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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.
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The dance of the leaves
reminds me of swaying trees
and forgotten friends.
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Hope you’re all having a great week!
Loie
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.
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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.
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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.
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Happy Canadian Thanksgiving, friends ❤
Loie xo
Hi everyone!
My dear writer friend, Shelby Kisgen, started a poetry challenge 🙂 You can check out her original post here. She’s inviting everyone to pen a poem every day this month. You can read her first poem!
I’m joining the challenge 🙂 I hope you will too! I’ve decided to write from the perspective of my characters from my NaNoWriMo project. Hopefully, this will help me understand their motivations, desires, and struggles a bit more.
Today’s poem is from my main heroine. I still don’t know her name yet 😀
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With reverence, I study the night sky.
I read the stars dappled across the ebony expanse
analyzing, translating, listening
I scrutinize until my eyes are dry, my fingertips worn
from transcribing the message over and over again
onto parchment paper she will burn.
All of this is for her.
Will she let me leave this tower, this prison without doors?
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There you have it 🙂 A short piece for now. Happy writing, friends! I can’t wait to read your poems.
Loie xo
