Pieces of writing from short stories or journal entries.
I was a little behind on Day 5 of Inktober, so I had decided to combine the themes from Day 5 and 6 into a single drawing. The themes were “chicken” and “drooling.” I hope you enjoy the poem that I wrote to accompany it.
Stomach growls with hunger
Staring at the roasted chicken
Glistening in the store,
He salivates on the window.
This poem and drawing is based on the word “spell.”
A little bit of woof,
A little bit of ruff,
Some bones, some meat,
Just enough.
Mix it together
With a “poof” and a bow-wow
You magically transformed
Into a cow.
The following poem and drawing is based on the word “roasted.”
Squirrels gather around the campfire
Sniffing the most delicious scent
Honey roasted nuts
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Floating beside his beloved
Watching the sun set
Tranquility
I apologize as it has been a long time since I posted any poetry here. To add a little inspiration for myself, I decided to write short poems based on drawings I did last month for Inktober. It is turning out to be quite fun, so I hope you enjoy them 
The first poem is based off of the word “poisonous”
Her body sprawled on the jungle floor.
Her legs turned black and blue.
The snake… slithered away.
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Here is another poem I wrote for “poisonous”
Carpet soaked with red wine,
she lay motionless on the floor,
broken glass scattered by her side.
A few weeks ago, I attended Poets at Play and the proctor provided a writing prompt. I didn’t follow the prompt that day, but decided to try it out while I was relaxing at the beach the following day. I’ve listed both the prompt and my poem below 🙂
The Prompt:
Make a list of the following things and include them in your poem
My Poem
I arrived at Seacliff Beach
in my metallic baby blue minivan,
dressed in a neon pink shirt,
a flapping lavender skirt,
and modern happy black sunglasses.
I can’t stop… dancing to the music.
Birds chirping in the sky,
dolphins swimming in the ocean.
The scent of smoked sausage
drifts in my nostrils
and I can’t stop
popping flaming hot
cheetos into my mouth.
My big toe caresses the sand.
I am writing a poem at the beach,
sitting in my camping chair,
tapping my knee cap
as visions of the past
drifts into mind.
“What time is the turkey done?”
my grandparents asked
over the loud hum
of the refrigerator
as I stood on the balcony
eating mint chocolate chip
ice cream,
watching the dog’s leash
get caught on the tree trunk.
A fly buzzed by
my ear lobe just then,
just like the time
at Levi’s Stadium.
I was so distracted,
I hit my funny bone
and dropped my nachos.
Nothing was as bad
as discovering bed bugs
in our room
on the cruise ship
and hearing the fast
clickety-clack
of high-heeled shoes
on the dock
every hour, every night,
more annoying
than the loud rev
of a Harley engine starting.
Is my sanity worth more
than human compassion?
A tangent of images,
a tangent of thoughts
based on a list of words.
Maybe it’s time…
to leave the beach.
I apologize for not posting in so long, but I’ve been really busy with life. Anyhow, this rhyme popped into my head today and I thought it would make for a perfect meme. Sometimes, when the times are tough and you need to keep your sanity, it’s best to just walk away, move on and live your life.
While browsing through Netflix today, I came across a wacky Netflix original movie called “Girlfriend’s Day.” It’s the story of a greeting card writer who suffered from a divorce and lost his touch. In the midst of it, he then lost his job and somehow got involved in a murder all because Girlfriend’s Day became an official holiday. The one thing I got out of the movie was this beautiful quote, “Never write for anyone, always write for someone.” It really resonated with me as a writer and definitely applies to greeting cards and poetry.
I found this short, random poem in my notebook that I jotted down about 2 years ago. It seemed complete, within itself, so I finally found the perfect title for it.
Sharing Ideas
I am the racket,
you are the wall.
Together, we practice
racquetball.
I haven’t been writing much these days, so in order to inspire myself to pick up a pen and write, I have decided to spend some time with The Poet’s Companion. If you haven’t heard of this book, I highly recommend that you check it out. It was a book that I bought for a college poetry class and it teaches you different writing techniques, and at the end of each chapter, it provides you with a list of writing exercises. Every time you revisit the book, you are bound to write something new, as your thoughts, experiences and perspectives will change over time 🙂
I read the first chapter yesterday and did the first exercise, which was to list out memorable events from your life (big or small) and write a poem about it. I ended up with this poem.
Frienemy
They run in a frenzy
from the cement to the grass,
from the grass to the cement.
A blur of black and white rushes
past you as fur brushes
against your leg.
Paw scrapes against cement.
You see a tuft of cotton
in his canine mouth.
Your heart skips
a beat.
Snow white fur,
no signs of blood,
but could he?
Would he…
take a life?
The chase continues –
Happy inches away,
just inches away,
from Hopper.
Exhausted,
Hopper collapses
in the wet grass.
Happy pounces…
his two front paws,
a mix of brown and black
over Hopper’s white body.
Content at his victory,
he simply lies there,
listening to the bird’s chirp.
The wind rustles their hair.
What a beautiful day…
with a frienemy.
Whisperings 