The Fifth of November

America,
I know it’s been hard to get out of bed,
but tomorrow is such an important day.
I won’t demand you change your sheets,
or wash your hair,
or find clean clothes to wear.
Because I have a greater favor to ask of you.
Please leave the sanctuary of your home,
find a polling place, and vote.
Even if the lines are long.
Even if the sun is gone.
Even if you think you don’t matter.
(You do!)
It’s time to make your voice heard too!

America, please. Go vote!

~*~

Today is the last day of OctPoWriMo. I wrote this poem on Monday with the intent of posting it on November 5th (the day before Election Day) but why wait?

Here is the polling place locator from Vote.org. Please encourage other’s to vote too.

Thank you to everyone who stopped by my blog, liked, and commented during OctPoWriMo.

Best of luck to those who are diving into NaNoWriMo after this. Wishing you endless sources of inspiration and a steady stream of words.

~*~

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You can also find me on NaNoWriMo under S. M. Saves.

~*~

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Departure

As the trees shed their leafy clothes
A northern wind begins to blow
Let’s wave to autumn’s departing light.

I gather the leaves with my hands
turn a fiery pile into a bed
to lie with my arms wrapped ’round my mother
to keep her from slipping under winter’s cover.

~*~

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~*~

Bad News (a Free Verse)

Bad news.

No tears
make me wonder
if I lack a soul.

Bad news.

Dissolve from reality
to stay strong
and pretend for a moment
this isn’t happening.

This can’t be happening.

~*~

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~*~

The Dream Eater (A Minute Poem)

The most palatable of dreams
are nightmare streams
stewing for years
in fear-filled tears.

They shine in the eyes of dreamers,
frequent screamers.
Seen in the light
brighter at night.

Harvesting is a painless chore.
No need for gore.
While they sleep
I silently reap.

~*~

It took me a moment to figure out why this is called Minute Poetry. I believe it’s because there are 60 syllables total and not that it should only take a minute to write.

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~*~

Hey Mister! (A Quinzaine)

Hey Mister! It’s your birthday!
Want to celebrate?
Want this cake?

~*~

102618 BDay Cake

Strawberry cake with freeze dried strawberries and buttercream.

A Quinzaine is fifteen syllables and three lines. The first line is a statement (7 syllables). The second (5 syllables) and third (3 syllables) lines are questions.

Four days, four poems left for OctPoWriMo! I’ve been terrible at visiting other participants and responding to comments. Today (10/26) was no different. I spent my spare time baking a cake.

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