How many stories can you tell
in the poetry you deign to
pick up the pen to share?
Drip epic energy
in words most sublime,
and tell me a story if you
possibly have the time.
Ars poetica November 9
Category: pen names
Pad challenge Day 8
Ars poetica November 8
the poet is required
when the world goes dark,
for poetry gives the cracks
for light to get in.
Sometimes you need to write
your voice to remember that
the world cannot remove your voice.
Pad challenge Day 7
Ars poetica November 7
I forgot to lift my pen
when I first started to cry,
misery normally feeds
the poetry well.
This time I found
the ink was dry,
and the tears could not
soak in to it.
Wednesday whisper
Teaser for the Sea Wytch
By
Serena Mossgraves
Shelly wondered if Carla was aware of the glow she was emitting. There was a tiredness around her eyes, and a fear that didn’t match the calm she was trying to project. Shelly hurried to check out the three books that were possible clues and walked back to Carla. “Okay, I am ready, Did you by any chance drive here? I don’t have transportation. I am supposed to be meeting with Caitlyn.” Carla nodded and led the way to the car she had picked up from the witch’s neighbor. It had been there since the day they all went skinny dipping.
Once they were in the car and alone, Carla broke down and told Shelly everything. “I don’t know what to do. I couldn’t leave the baby gone! Not that I want to hand our child to the witch, but I am not sure what I can do. Can we please look into what I can do? I am going to be borrowing my Uncle Rick’s houseboat. I am going to follow the rules that the witch gave me. I don’t know what else to do.” As she finished saying that, Carla’s voice broke into a soft sob.
Shelly considered her friend for a moment and pulled her into a hug. She could feel the emotional energy flowing out from Carla. She knew Carla was telling the truth, though she didn’t know how. “We are a family. We will work on finding the solution for all of us. The witch might have made her first mistake.”
Pad challenge Day 6
Ars poetica November 6
Perhaps it is true
that writing poetry is easier
in times of tragedy,
but I personally
prefer the poetry
written in joy.
The weight of tragedy
and of despair make the poetry
harder to bear in reality,
where as joy will lift you
when you read.
Pad challenge Day 5
Today I struggled with the prompt. Every year it has a Love /Anti Love prompt and I often struggle with it.
Ars poetica November 5
carve away the layers
to weave the poetry
beneath.
the pen has so much power
that only you can
release.
Poetry is the lifeblood
you cannot help but bleed
everywhere.
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