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[paigebstorey]

Day 22 Prompt: Hope

Not beyond repair

Wings that burned but were not stripped

Rise from the ashes

Out of the embers

Life can spring up once again

Phoenix, spread your wings!

#poemvember #poemvember2020 #poetry #haiku #old project #hope #firebird #phoenix bird #Spotify

[author-c-p-hickey]

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“Fallen Angles” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2021 “Maize Matte” Dipped golden honey Foundational Scattered Wind swept Arranged in chaos Awaiting rakes and bags Abandoned branches Budding will resume shortly

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#blogger #Poemvember #life #observations #perspective #poem #Poems #poetry

[bigchump1994]

Day 1: Reflections

It's all a reflection 

Like the moon on the sea 

With self-introspection 

That's all we can see.

Every feature is twisted 

And warped and wrong 

 The broken Self we've insisted 

We've been all along 

But when you gaze skyward 

And look at the Fact 

No need to take my word, 

See how you react.

#poemvember

[daisyfornost]

Familiar

The last recorded aurochs died in a forest in Poland in 1627. Let’s assume she knew.

That for two million years her countless cousins ranged from Morocco to Korea, Scotland to Tamil Nadu. That in 1564, “Royal gamekeepers knew of only thirty-eight aurochs left in Poland.” Or anywhere. Let’s assume she was one of them. A calf, then. Let’s assume an aurochs could live to sixty-three. Elephants live to sixty or seventy. Aurochs weren’t much smaller.

How many died within her lifetime? Did she watch every one of the thirty-eight die around her, through the years? Did she have aurochs friends when she was a girl, and… just… None had calves? Maybe some did. Maybe they all did, and the calves all died. Or maybe it was just her mother. Maybe they were the last two, a long time. And then just her.

In English the number doesn’t matter: countless aurochs, thirty-eight aurochs, two aurochs, one aurochs. She was singular and plural. All of them. The Aurochs. In a forest shrunk forever and forever by farms filled with the other countless little second cousins once removed. “Genetic research suggests the entire modern stock of taurine cattle may have arisen from as few as eighty aurochs tamed about 10,500 years ago in southeastern Turkey and northern Iraq.” Let’s assume she knew that, too.

Replaced.

Domesticated, and replaced.

Irrelevant.

As if she were not obviously integral to the whole world. As if she were not permanently vital, strong and wise beyond newcomers’ ken, beautiful and glorious and terrible as they all had been, all her great fellows- the great cats, great bears, her great sloths and camels and rhinos, megaloceros and mammoth,

all hers, all gone, and she knew, at the last, she knew.

And had no one to tell.

#poemvember #no. 4 #2017

[mighty-mountain]

When I twist the knob, ribcages and collarbones and femurs and skulls and metacarpals and vertebrae knock me over and smother me in the past. I kick and shove without getting away as they float up to dance around my head, taunting. I am surrounded by old betrayal, rotten inadequacy and moldy confrontations but the scream does not escape my mouth. I close my eyes to block it out and when I open them again I'm back in my bed and you're sleeping next to me. My closet doors are wide open but there are no skeletons lurking inside... they walked away long ago.

#personal #writing #poetry #the creative priority project #poemvember

[paigebstorey]

Day 21 Prompt: Empty

There is nothing left

Just a tiny, broken shell

Void of any life

Stripped of persona

Torn away by demons dark

All remains shattered

#haiku #old project #poemvember #poemvember2020 #poetry #emptiness #emptycore #empty inside #shell #Spotify

[paigebstorey]

Day 20 Prompt: Sting

I’ve never been stung by a bee

So there’s no way to guarantee

A decent response

To this little prompt

I don’t even know how to feel…

When I see a bee I just freeze

And let it do what it may please

For what I have read

A sting leaves bees dead

And if it’s in you, do not squeeze!

I have two comments:

1) I did not write this in 2020, but less than an hour ago

2) I thought I might try something new for this poem, since I wasn’t sure how to convey this as a double haiku…

#poemvember #poemvember2020 #poetry #limerick #sting #bumblebee

[paigebstorey]

Day 19 Prompt: Toxic

I need to leave you

You are a bad influence

To my mind and health

You do not own me

I have to remind myself

That I once was loved

#haiku #old project #poemvember #poemvember2020 #poetry #toxic relationship #toxic love #toxicity #playlist #Spotify

[paigebstorey]

Day 16 Prompt: Discovery

World of adventure

Secrets waiting to be learned

Places yet to see

To be shared or burned

Each reveals a new surprise

Who knows what we’ll find?

#haiku #old project #poemvember #poemvember2020 #poetry #discover #adventure

[paigebstorey]

Happy All Hallows Day, everyone!

Since I am too busy and unprepared for NaNoWriMo, I decided that I would instead go the simpler option: Poemvember. Unfortunately, I don’t know what this year’s prompts are, I will be sharing the 22 poems that wrote for the prompts from 2020.

Here’s what my first poem from that year was…

Day 1 Prompt: Routine

I am no poet

This whole thing is new to me,

But I like haikus…

I will try this out

See if I make a habit,

At least for the month?

#poemvember #poemvember2020 #old project #routine #haiku #poetry

[paigebstorey]

Day 30 Prompt: Peace

I guess I blew it…

I panicked and went silent,

But that is alright.

The month is over.

Things have gotten less busy.

So I can relax.

It’s satisfying,

Knowing that I got this far.

I deserve a break.

#poetry #poemvember #poemvember2020 #haiku #peace #Spotify

[paigebstorey]

Day 27 Prompt: Drown

Deep in the abyss

There’s no air to reach for here

Only doomed despair

Drowning in sorrow

Far from the joys of above

Nothing to reach for

#poemvember #poemvember2020 #poetry #haiku #drown in my mind #underwater #abyss #Spotify

[paigebstorey]

Day 26 Prompt: Burn

They tried to burn me

Because I was not like them

But I’m still alive

Brandish your torches

Throw your embers all you want

They don’t frighten me

#poemvember #poemvember2020 #poetry #haiku #burned at the stake #persecution #sticks and stones #teach the torches to burn #pitchfork #Spotify

[paigebstorey]

Day 25 Prompt: Grow

I once was a tiny, dead weed

Who never could sprout from the seed

But rain came one night

In morning, sunlight

I now get the care that I need!

My leave finally had turned green

And I was a sight to be seen

No longer in gloom

A flower in bloom

And breathing in air that is clean!

(This was the last poem I was actually able to write for Poemvember back in 2020.)

#poemvember #poemvember2020 #poetry #old project #limerick #growth #green #plant photography #Spotify

[paigebstorey]

Day 24 Prompt: Bones

Buried in the dirt

Deep in decomposition

Only bones remain

Cannot recognize

Origins are forgotten

Never to be found

#poemvember #poemvember2020 #poetry #haiku #tw bones #fossils #skeleton #Spotify

[paigebstorey]

Day 23 Prompt: Betrayal

How could you do this?

Stab me in the back, and then

Leave me there to rot?

I thought we were friends!

I put all my trust in you

Only to be fooled!

(This is a very cynical prompt for the holiday that is happening today. Anyway…)

Happy Thanksgiving!

I’ll admit the bitter truth:

The pilgrims were jerks.

(This guys makes a more valid point… Anyway, I hope people still enjoy the holiday by spending time with family, even if they are unable to find the time to educate themselves about its underlying origins. Luckily, tomorrow is a great opportunity for that because tomorrow is Indigenous Heritage Day! I am aware that I am getting carried away and this is going off topic, so I will add some betrayal-based songs to make up for it…)

#poemvember #poemvember2020 #poetry #haiku #betrayal #thanksgiving #bitter truth #sorry guys #educate yourself #off topic #playlist #Spotify