OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 12….26 lines
photo: (c) 2012 Sherpa
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OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 12 ….26 lines
Write a poem that is 26 lines.
Each line begins with a different letter of the alphabet. A, B, C, etc.
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Always dreaming
Before they met
Castles with
Dungeons dark and dank
eerie sounds of death
Foul
Ghoulish
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Haunted hayride
Interrupted by
Joyride of headless horsemen
Kickboxing their foes
Loving every moment
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Mantras heard from woods
Night
Owls
Peered
Quickened senses
Rose the dead
Spirits
Trembled
Underneath whispering pines
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Vultures
Woke to search for prey
Xylophones hammers pounding kept the beat
Yearlings woke
Zebra’s wept.
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” Monkey Business”‘ photo (c) Jennifer MacNeill
“Artistic Interpretations with Margaret –
“The Collector” through the lens of Jennifer MacNeill
http://jmacneillphotography.com/
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Holidays, birthdays, anniversaries
are some of the occasions in which
gift giving occurs.
Most of us have certain belongings
we cherish, not for their financial value,
but for the memories they evoke.
A few of us have gotten rid of things
for the opposite reason. ..
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We all display about our homes
a few of our favorite things,
but what happens when we
discard them or well,
they “outlive” us?
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At
the top
of the attic
stair well
on a shelf
Grandma’s toys
for all to see.
I wonder,
when I visit
that house,
with everything
still in it’s place,
what
grandma was like
as a little girl.
No one seems
to know
or if they do
what is the
SECRET
no one will
talk about
even
now ?
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Her
Photos
sort of look
like a neat
and prim
me…
ha !
THAT
will be the
DAY
neat and
Prim
ME
!
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Her toys,
so clean
after all these years.
Were they loved
and carefully
played
with?
and
not
for
show ?
Maybe
gifts
that
needed
to be
fussed over
when the
“giver”
visited.
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Did grandma
have names
for them
…. talk to them
like they were
her
children
and call
“goodnight”
to them
at bed time.
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The monkey
has no music to play ?
Did the music sound
like noise and
annoy her mother
and disappear.
Or a sibling
hide the music box
and
it was
never
thought of
to be found again.
Family mystery …
what grandma
was like
when she was young.
Sadness
overwhelms me
when I think
that I only knew
grandma
when she was old
and cranky.
Her photos
show a neat young girl,
with wavy hair
pulled back in a ribbon…
and a pretty smile.
I
wonder ~
if she ever
climbed a tree
or got dirty and dusty
playing like
other kids.
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Toys on a shelf.
Like that was
their life.
Show pieces
not play pieces.
I
wonder.
Always there,
it seems
and kept
for the ages ~
if back in the day
grandma
ever made up a
story,
just for herself,
about her
toys on a shelf ~
to give them
each a life.
The toys
aren’t talking.
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“MuM” ‘s the word.
“Monkey Business”
the name of the game
families play
instead of
“I’ve got a Secret”
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The prompt this week is the word ‘Ethereal’
Number of words: Exactly one hundred
but don’t use the word ‘ethereal’ anywhere
in your writing.
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THE CURE
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When SHE walks into the room
heads always turn. It is her eyes,
everyone says. “Something about her eyes.”
It helps that she was gorgeous, perfect
figure, expensive clothes and hair that
is “just right” and never mussed.
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There is a glow about her that draws
people to her. Annoying…when SHE
shows up, the rest of us might as well
go home. And what’s worse, SHE seems
nice.
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It is discouraging to be in the same
room with “HER”… everyone knows who
“HER” is.
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I have a cure for that
divine out of this world gaze of hers…
large DARK sunglasses.
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siggiofmaine 