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OctPoWriMo/Inktober Day 17: Who Did You Create Me to Be?


I’m combining two challenges today, using the OctPoWriMo prompt from Day 14if I were me. The suggested form was a shape poemwhich, due to my lack of coding knowledge, is hard for me to format on WordPress, so I chose to hand-write it.




OctPoWriMo Day 12: Cocktail Sauce to Die For

OctPoWriMo Day 12: Cocktail Sauce to Die For



I didn’t care for today’s official prompt, so I chose an exercise from The Crafty Poet by Diane Lockward and wrote a catalog poem.



Cocktail Sauce to Die For

These are your strong points:shrimp-cocktail-1670404_640
You’re loyal.
(You could have replaced me by now;
you certainly had opportunities.)
You still have a nice head of hair.
You know how to fix things.
You can name every major battle and
how many men died on either side.
You can reach things on top shelves.
You make me laugh.
You can cook.
You make the best shrimp cocktail sauce I’ve ever tasted, deliciously sour and
with just enough horseradish to make the top of my brain ache.

OctPoWriMo Day 10: Panic to Mania

OctPoWriMo Day 10: Panic to Mania

I’m participating in OctPoWriMo (October: Poetry Writing Month), though I’ve missed seven days so far. . .

Today I’m using the prompt from Day 8, Moments of Madness, and the suggested form, the Blitz Poem, which is new to me, and challenged me out of my comfort zone, and maybe caused a little bit of panic. . . but it’s good to try new things, right?


Panic to Mania

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Deadline panic
Panic drives activity
Panic spawns frenzy
Frenzy wears me out
Frenzy makes me crazy
Crazy eyes
Crazy hair
Hair turns gray
Hair pulled out
Out of sight
Out of mind
Mind is terrible
Mind is waste
Waste land
Waste water
Water the lawn
Water the flowers
Flowers powers
Flowers on my grave
Grave consequences
Grave stone
Stone drunk
Stone cold
Cold soup
Cold as ice
Ice cream
Ice coffee
Coffee grounds
Coffee rush
Rush hour
Rush to finish
Finish working
Finishing touches
Touches of grace
Touches my heart
Heart ache
Heart burn
Burn books
Burn bridges
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Bridges too far
Far away
Far far away
Away from here
Away from Mania
Mania ending
Mania inevitable

OctPoWriMo Day 8: Married Forty-Five Years


Today’s poetry prompt is love.

Coming Down the Aisle

Married Forty-five Years

It’s silly to think I’d feel the same about you as I did then.
You don’t feel the same about me, do you?

Of course not.
Then, love was so hot it scalded.

Now, when I see you, I’m warm, warmed by your sight,
warm with contentment.
We’re together; all is right with the world, at least in our little house.

I don’t want to dwell on our memories—
They remind me of what we’ve lost…
But what’s left is more than what most people ever experience.

If I have to grow old,
I’m thankful I’m growing old with you,
my very best friend.


P.S. Actually, it was so late when I looked up the prompt, I didn’t notice love is actually tomorrow’s prompt. <sigh>

OctPoWriMo Day 7: Dear Mom


Today’s poetry prompt is unsent letters. I feel a little naked sharing this one.

Dear Mom,

For many years I was angry at you.fullsizeoutput_b55
You were restrictive and severe with me.
I was convinced you didn’t want me to have any fun.
I didn’t think you were a very good mother.

I was determined to be a better mother than you.

I wish that when I was younger I had written down
exactly what I thought a good mother would do.
Because when I became one,
all my best intentions went out the window.
I couldn’t even remember
what I thought a good mother looked like.

I eventually realized you’d done the best you knew how.
And in a lot of ways, you did a great job.
I forgave you for what you lacked. Then I made the mistake of telling you so.
You told me you thought you had been a very good mother.
And I couldn’t answer that. You had no clue how hard it was to be your daughter.

But now I realize how good my childhood really was.
I had lots of clearly defined boundaries—
I resented those, but they helped me learn
what was right and what was wrong,
what was important and what was meaningless.
And I had areas of incredible freedom
that was appropriate for that simpler time,
freedom which I could not give my own children—
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Sometimes I did things I shouldn’t have,
but the consequences were my own.
I learned to make my own decisions,
though too often I surrendered to peer pressure.

I worry that, in truth, I wasn’t a good parent.
I failed my children in some ways.
When they suffer, I worry that
I didn’t adequately prepare them for life.
Pain is inevitable.
Did I paint too rosy a picture for them?

I wish I could ask you a million questions about raising children,
but you’ve been gone fourteen years.
Why didn’t I ask you long ago?
I miss you so much, Mom.

Love you.

OctPoWriMo Day 6: Mona

OctPoWriMo Day 6: Mona

How did I forget that October is Poetry Writing Month? I missed the first five days! Well, I’ll try to participate from this point on. My offering for today:


All my life I’ve dreamed of402px-Mona_Lisa,_by_Leonardo_da_Vinci,_from_C2RMF_retouched
Passing below the crystal pyramid
And worshipping at the altar of
The woman with the enigmatic smile.
When my moment finally came,
I wedged in shoulder to shoulder with the other pilgrims,
Jostled and hurried.
She was much smaller than I had imagined,
Enshrined in plexiglass.
That’s it?
An anticlimactic end to my years of anticipation and saving.
I retraced my steps and
Examined the broken figures I’d rushed past earlier,
Breathtaking gods and goddesses released from stony prisons.
My eyes caressed these less celebrated masterpieces and
My disappointment melted away.

Actually, I’ve never visited the Louvre, except virtually, but it’s on my bucket list.

What the Angels Said

What the Angels Said

Merry Christmas!

In place of Monday Morning Wisdom, today I am sharing a poem I wrote in October as part of the OctPoWriMo challenge. The prompt was What is the Message? and the suggested form was nonet. I chose to write a paraphrase of Luke 2:10-14.

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What the Angels Said

I bring you good tidings of great joy.
Today in the town of David
A savior is born to you.
Find the babe wrapped in cloths:
This will be your sign.
Glory to God!
Peace to men.
Fear not!

Poem © by ARHuelsenbeck