Poetry

I have to say, this isn’t some of my best work.  At least in my sleep-deprived, mind all over the place frame of being, that’s what I think!  So anyways, we are in the throes of a south-western Ontario fall.  Fall means different things to folks, perhaps you can pick out some of what fall means to me. 🙂

This post is part of the write 31 days challenge.

Go: The Senses of Fall

Can you?
Sense it…
That feeling in the air.

Would it be snow?
Frost tonight maybe
or perhaps just a good solid blow?

Stop and just listen
Feel the breeze
Or lack thereof.

Listen, are the geese calling?
Encouraging the flock in forward motion
The squirrels chattering, protecting stores.

Breath in deep
Does the cold go down to your belly?
Breath, tasting, knowing.

The taste of fall
Coming through with each breathe.
The last tomatoes, ripe pumpkins, Corn.

Watch full well.
Those leaves scattering across the ground.
The clouds, are there even clouds?

No clouds means that deep cold
will bring frost.
Clouds, more likely snow.

Fuzzy caterpillars
Moving quickly, find a place
to call their own.

Can you smell it?
The damp earth, gathering water
Preparing the ground
for slithering snakes to find refuge.

Sweet smelling leaves from
Sugar maples gathering into compost.
Musky-sweet in the Indian summer sun.

Let your senses run
Bringing memories
Settling deep within your mind.

All the Senses of Fall
Smells, sounds, tastes and sights.
And mind the softness of a caterpillar
crawling out of sight.

Stop

My mind was going in several directions as I considered this word open. I’m thinking on this word as part of the Write 31 days challenge. As I pondered I started wondering what would happen if a person was given a gift and how to Open It wasn’t immediately apparent. And if what your attitude was as worked to open it mattered.

Open it
Go on, just crack it open
Just a bit.

Can you see just a glimpse it?
Any ideas of what’s inside?

I know
it might not seem like much
But really, it’s in there.

The more you look for it
The more you will see.

Give it some time though
Because as you crack it open
If you don’t expect much
Sometimes you don’t get much.

And yet other times
The more that you trust it is there
Greater is the reward.

It’s a funny thing
Getting a gift and receiving it
Opening it

The gift could be material
It could be experiential,
Or possibly one that
Causes the mind to expand
To glimpses of something more.

So be careful
Be prepared
Open it.

It is the 14th day of the Write 31 days challenge.  Today’s word challenge is Voice.  I thought I’d write about finding your voice as a writer.  

Go: Finding your Voice.

By being myself,
As scary as that is.
Revealing my heart,
To others online.
I found this elusive thing.
My writer’s voice.

It rings out some days
Clarion clear
Calling out for the world to hear.
Me, a writer,
A lover of verse.
Lover of family, thought, and choice

Homeschooling shouts out
But not only that.
Think of where you’ve been
And where you are at.
Look to the future see it there.
God calls to heart.
Meet me here.

Share these words
Let others see.
And before you know it
A audience you will see.
Write for them, but also yourself
Lose not yourself in them.
But let them see you
Let them hear your voice

And you will change
Your corner of the world.

Keep on writing,
It’s simple, it’s true
The only way from me to you.
Read yourself.
Read all others.
Grow and change,
Metamorphosize yourself and others.

Let the words spill
One by one
Over the page,
Into the heart.
Know your audience
And know yourself
Decisions in writing
Give them your heart.

And you will change
Your corner of the world.

Stop