OctPoWriMo, Day 20 (Poem 19)

ReclaimingNot in the head space to play around with this too much, but hoo boy, the palindrome poems are tough buggers.  Here’s one for Day 19, when it was a suggested form.


Fairness in life —
Is that unattainable?
Freedom inalienable,
Injustice obsolete:
Only peace.


Peace, only obsolete;
Injustice, inalienable,
Freedom unattainable.

That is life,
in fairness.

This is for OctPoWriMo, 31 poems in (ideally) 31 days.  I’m behind, but I’m writing!  You should too, if the inspiration moves you.

OctPoWriMo, Day 20 (Poem 18)

ReclaimingI was actually kind of liking this poem until I had to do the couplets.  This is the challenge for Day 20, which was stopping time, with a suggestion of loop poetry as a form.  Loop poetry, I think, has potential for me, in some capacity, but not with the rhyming couplets.  God, I’ve really soured on rhyming couplets.

Anyway.  Here it is.

Childhood Flies 

The days are long, but the years are short;
Short pants creep above chubby ankles

Hands turning door knobs, opening doors
Doors that are out of reach no more

Little fingers tying fly-away shoes laces;
Lacing my fingers through his unkempt hair
Hair cuts and lost teeth, bicycles and braces
Brace yourself for the day he’ll leave, too soon

I willed those sleepless infant nights move fast
Fast moves the future, becoming the past

I want so badly to hold him still and make it stop
Stop the hands of time’s impatient clock

One day he’ll refuse to hold my hands
Hands tucked in his pockets as he crosses the street
Streets I walked him down, chasing his shadow
Shadow of the boy I loved in every sideways glance

He will always be my heart’s greatest love
Love withstands time, this I am sure of

I know he will not be this young forever
Forever my child, a bond time can never sever

This is for OctPoWriMo, 31 poems in (ideally) 31 days.  I’m behind, but I’m writing!  You should too, if the inspiration moves you.

Friday, Fri-yay: October 19th, 2018

& (1)This has been a hell of a month, creativity-wise; despite occasionally falling behind on my OctPoWriMo or Inktober prompts, I’ve none-the-less been getting them all done (just, you know, occasionally a day or two late).  I’m currently searching for a other creative prompts/marathon/sprints/challenges to complete in the upcoming year (and if I find some good ones, I’ll put up a page/calendar for them to share with you all) because I’ve been so happy with my output this month.

Also carrying me along this week:

First, some of my favorite vloggers have started uploading Christmas haul and Christmas decor DIYs.  I’m super happy, because Christmas is by and far my favorite holiday, and the one I try to go all out for, so I’m psyched to get some early decor ideas to plan for and start in on.  Bargain Bethany, unsurprisingly, has one of my early faves in this Dollar Tree Christmas DIY video.

My brother had more beer than he needed, I guess?  So he gave me some?  Free beer, hey, I’m not going to complain.  Beer is not at the top of my list of preferred alcohols, but my brother and I at least drink the same kinds (mostly Sam Adams and Blue Moon), so if he’s giving it away, it’s worth it to take a few.  I grabbed four bottles, and enjoyed one with my dinner of homemade chili tonight.

Dependent on how we feel, but Lesley University is hosting MICE, the Massachusetts Independent Comics Expo tomorrow and Sunday, and it’s family-friendly, free, and Abby Howard is going to be there, so that might be a pretty cool thing to do if we have nothing else going on (or you, if you are in the Cambridge/Boston area).

Also, I’m going to recommend the British-Canadian Netflix original Hilda to you all, because it is super cute and quirky and as much as I love/as nostalgic as I am for the cartoons of my childhood, I am getting positively sick of the way people insist on how much “better” cartoons used to be.  There are so, so, so many amazing animated shows on the air/available, people!  Just, go friggin’ watch some!

Anyway, that’s it for me.  I’ behind again on OctPoWriMo (surprise, surprise) and am going to trying to bang out a few words before bed.  At least there’s the weekend, right?

How have things been going for you all?

OctPoWriMo, Day 17

ReclaimingHere’s something interesting: I decided to do today’s “madness” prompt, so I picked a form called a paradelle (which has an interesting history, having been originated as a joke/parody form), thinking “I’ll probably hate this, but I bet it would be well-suited to the subject matter,” and… I kind of wound up really having fun with it?  Who knew?

Anyway, here’s Wonderwall  the poem.


Sometimes I Cannot

Sometimes I lose my words, my tongue grown thick and dumb.
Sometimes I lose my words, my tongue grown thick and dumb.
My thoughts whir around like static on endless loops.
My thoughts whir around like static on endless loops.
Sometimes I lose my thoughts, like thick and endless loops grown static.
My words whir around on my dumb tongue.

I cannot feel for the numbness beneath my skin.
I cannot feel for the numbness beneath my skin.
A tremble in my bones like cold leeched in through floorboards.
A tremble in my bones like cold leeched in through floorboards.
The floorboards tremble; for numbness leeched in through my bones,
in like cold I cannot feel beneath my skin.

My senses can’t be trusted, they only betray.
My senses can’t be trusted, they only betray.
A seizing pain in my chest the only thing that’s real.
A seizing pain in my chest the only thing that’s real.
My chest seizing, trusted in only my senses
(Be they a thing that’s real). Only the pain can’t betray.

My pain loops on through, like my endless thoughts;
The numbness a thing that’s grown in my chest,
My dumb tongue seizing. I lose my senses, tremble and whir like thick static:
for only cold in my bones, leeched in around the floorboards;
Only I cannot feel real beneath my skin.
Words can’t be trusted.  They betray.

OctPoWriMo – get in on it!  Link ups are closed, but you can still write, write, write!

OctPoWriMo, Day 16 (Caught Up)

ReclaimingToday I opted into both the form suggestion and the theme prompt, so here’s a terzanelle about “falling.”

Pull Me Back

If life is a balancing act, then I,
I have always been one step from falling.
I need someone like you standing by

(When I hear the abyss calling)
Who can pull me back from razor’s edge
(I’ve always been one step from falling).

Those days when darkness drives a wedge
Between my mind and reality,
Who can pull me back from razor’s edge,

And offer me some clarity?
Help me navigate the space
Between my mind and reality;

Help me square up, face to face,
To the ghosts and voices in my head;
Help me navigate the space

And say whatever need be said
To the ghosts and voices in my head.
‘Cause life is a balancing act, and I,
I’m not yet ready to say goodbye.

OctPoWriMo is kicking my ass, and I’m trying hard to kick it right back.  Link ups are closed, but please follow along and write if you are moved to.

OctPoWriMo, Day 16 (Poem 15)

ReclaimingHi, my name is Jess and I hate poetry!!

Ok, no.  That’s a lie.  It’s a lie that currently feels like a truth, even though I know that what I’m frustrated with isn’t poetry (or even the poems I’m producing, given that I’m adhering to strict time frames, forms, and themes), it’s my own issues with time management and my inability to organize my thoughts.  But that’s another entry.  Here’s a poem.

This is a form called a landay, which I’ve played with before and actually kind of like.


The rush of traffic in the distance;
Like the crash of waves breaking against the winter shore,

Like the wind through the dying trees,
Branches trembling like children who forgot their coats.

The noise in the silence: the hum of life,
The adrenaline thrum of blood rushing in our ears,

The pulse of a heart, a gentle breath;
The whine of longing after a lover breaks a kiss,

The sharp, dry crack of leaves underfoot,
The breeze eddying in grass, a carelessly slammed door,

The creak of old windows in a storm,
The roar of rain on tired asphalt; boots in puddles.

Listen to the so-called silence.
Life is screaming to be heard, and we are deaf to it.

We are over the hump!  OctPoWriMo is more than half over – how are you all doing?  Link up are closed, but it’s always worth following along!

OctPoWriMo, Day 14 (Caught Up)

ReclaimingHere is another form I’d never tried before, called a minute poem, that I also don’t like – but hey, you never know until you try, right?

Youth, Unprepared

We planted flowers that late Spring
Sad, silly things
We were unskilled
And they were killed

We cared for birds with wounded wings
Too young to sing
How hard we cried
When they all died

We fell in love in early youth
Despite the truth
We weren’t prepared
To be laid bare

OctPoWriMo is almost half over, but please follow along if you’re moved to!