• OctPoWriMo,  OctPoWriMo 2015

    Loop De Loop

    Seriously? Loop poetry AGAIN? Anyone else feel like we’re running around in circles? *badum tish* Le sigh…fine. Here you go. I’m not doing it again.   xo Jesi     A Little Tongue in Cheek By Jesi Scott   What can I do? Do what I must. Must I really write this, this loop poetry I distrust?   They gave me an out, out throw a line, skip one in between between verses, but I decline.   Make it harder, bring it on, On throughout the day, Day grows longer. Longer lines? No way.   It reminds me of a Blitz somehow, Somehow I’m still rhyming, Rhyming the day away,…

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    The Best Christmas Toy Ever

    Day 25’s prompt took me back. Write about your favorite toy. She was mine. Her original outfit was worn out a long time ago (though I do still have it in a box somewhere) and replaced by one a found about ten or so years ago. Her name is Alisha Anita and her birthday is November 1st. She’s going to be 33 years old, though she doesn’t look her age, honestly. She still makes me happy when I see her, and she still brings the same feeling to me when I hold her in my arms and hug her as she did oh, so many years ago. xo Jesi  …

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    The Crook and the Cards: A Story Poem

    Day 24 prompt: Write a story poem using a picture from PublicDomanPictures.net.   I decided to re-post the Fourteener I did in April for NaPoWriMo and the A-Z Blogging Challenge inspired by this picture:   The Crook and the Cards By Jessica Scott   I came upon the grave buried among the dying leaves Underneath the sycamore tree where I had gone to grieve. A man stood there in front of that grave, hat clutched in his hand, Face a somber mask of pain, the payment that death demands.   “She was the sweetest little thing that you could ever dream. She always thought I could be saved, that I…

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    Stella, bella stella…

    I know, I know. I’m so behind. Busy life, I tell ya, so I’m playing catch up again. Four poems, one at a time, coming your way. Please forgive me. But I promise, it’s going to calm down soon. October is almost done and November will be here this weekend. One more football game/marching band performance for me and my family and then things calm way the heck down. Thankfully. So, let’s get caught up on poems. Day 23 prompt: It’s all around, forest fires start from sparks, oceans are made of water drops. (There I go again with my element loving) but look around and take a moment to…

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    Watch Out For Lightning

    I had a lot of fun with today’s prompt. Thank you, Tamara, for this one. Two Lies and a Truth. The game in a poem, although I don’t think we need Sherlock to figure out which is truth and what isn’t. Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire By Jesi Scott   “I cannot tell a lie,” she said. “I have a window for a head. And if you look into my eyes, You’ll be in for a big surprise.”   “For through my head you will see, The world living in a tree. Not only that, but also this, Eternity lives in my kiss.”   “And I am young, yet also…

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    Overworked and Overwhelmed: The Ballad of the Modern Day Mom

    Write a ballad today about being overwhelmed. That was today’s poetry prompt. A form and subject. I’m sure you all know what it feels like to be overwhelmed, and those of you of a certain age know what a ballad is. Think Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot, though, I’m not sure if that’s a traditional ballad or not. Or you can read Barbara Allan or Sir Patrick Spens. A ballad has a specific rhyme scheme and meter. The syllable count is traditionally 8-6-8-6, and the rhyme pattern is a/b/c/b. A ballad is also generally a folk type poem that can be sung in some cases. I decided to…

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    Short But Sweet…I Hope

    Poetry Prompt Day 20: Let’s talk about love, baby. I didn’t do the poetic form, the Loop poem. I’ll give that a try another day.  And, today’s poem is rather short but I hope it’s as strong as I felt when I wrote it. I did try to make it longer but every stanza I wrote just paled beside it. So, I left it as is. Hopefully, it speaks volumes. xo Jesi Drought By Jesi Scott   Like a desert with no rain, I’m thirsting for water. Quench this arid land, And let the oasis flower. +10

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    Dear Despair, Here’s A Hug

    I had a full weekend so I have been catching up with the poetry prompts I missed while I was busy. So, if you signed up for email notifications/posts you will be/have received three separate email posts. I apologize for spamming your inbox. But I’m all caught up and hopefully will not be doing that again. No promises though. October is always a frantically busy month for me. Today’s prompt  is a form. Click the link to find out more about it. I’m fairly certain that I did not follow the prompt’s conventions but I did try to follow it as I understood it. One sentence for each “Dear.” I…

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    The Most Dangerous Thing About Kids

    Day 18 poetry prompt: Today’s prompt we’re going to add a little mystery to our lives. Look around you, whether it’s a physical object or people in general in your life. Chose something or someone and give them a double life.   I decided to have a little Halloween fun with this prompt. Although, with as many toys as I’ve gotten rid of over the years through donations or having to throw away for *various* reasons, maybe I should sleep with one eye open from now on.   xo Jesi   And You Thought Toys Were Safe By Jesi Scott   Oftentimes I wonder, when all the house is dark,…

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    Learning To Be Free

    “Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.”― Rumi Day 17’s prompt was to write about which stage we are in in correlation to the above quote, and to write in the Cascade form. I am not sure which stage I am in currently. I am in and out of each one so often that it’s hard to know at times. Sometimes, I am several at once, and sometimes, I think, I am none of them. I just am. Currently, I am learning to be still and listen to those who,…