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OctPoWriMo2022 Day 23


It seems no one posted an “official” prompt for today, so I borrowed one from Diane Lockward’s The Crafty Poet II: the repurposed haiku. The directions read:

Choose one haiku that has words you like. Write each word, one per line, down the left side of a piece of paper. Each word begins a new line of your new poem . . . You are not writing a haiku.

This is the haiku I chose:

Glorious sunset
Decorating the night sky…
Awaiting the moon
—David Fox

And here is my poem:

awaiting the moonrise 

glorious summer evening
sunset projects its technicolor light show
decorating the mesa with jewel tones until
the sun sinks and the sky fades
night smothers the blazing colors like a blanket tossed over embers
sky deepens to midnight black
awaiting the pin-pricks of stars piercing its canopy
the distant suns winking
moon rises and rules the sky


Kammie’s Oddball Challenge: Fireball


A couple of weeks ago, the sky was murky due to wildfires miles away. The sun blazed orange as it slowly sank.

I attempted to capture what I was seeing on my phone. I walked around the yard, trying different angles, but the sun just showed up as a white ball with a red corona.

I suppose I could have gone back in the house, grabbed my DSLR camera, and experimented with aperture and exposure, but that seemed like so much effort. . . so I moved a little and tried again, nine times, with no success.


I finally gave up and shot the clouds.


NaPoWriMo Day Six


Today’s prompt is Go to a book you love. Find a short line that strikes you. Make that line the title of your poem. Write a poem inspired by the line. Then, after you’ve finished, change the title completely.

The line I selected is:

The sun hovered near the horizon in a final kiss before sinking ever lower. ~ from End of the Road by Karen Michelle Nut.

The Final Kiss

a busy but uneventful day ends
a fatigued me watches the sparse clouds turn golden and pink and red
against the violet sky

as the sun sinks lower
a sliver of moon appears
Venus (or is it an airplane) shines like a beacon

a swarm of stars like fireflies
twinkle across the fading purple of the heavens
and the corona lingers against the horizon 
delivering a good-night kiss
before sliding out of sight