Tailgate

It came upon me in a rush
The lack of your form in my space
The blinking brakes of your tailgate
Signaling goodbye in morse code
The dust that settled in your wake
A song I never will unhear

 

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Mythic

A failure of
Mythic proportions
Epic forgiveness
Wrapped in a wrapper
Of cellophane
A heart shaped box
And a pair of lying eyes
That I never could resist

Rent

It’s seagreen, the glasseye

I avoid its crystalline glare

Above is a portrait of mermaids

Amid a green smog

I glance around and wonder

How much the rent is.

Allowed

heaven does not wait for us
the souls who are not souls
she is not allowed her arms
to wrap us in her embrace
the sky so bright can only
be alight with stars of us
to twist and toil, cook and spoil
upon our earthly plane.

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Personal Poetry Challenge: Ski

So I challenged myself to go to Oneword.com and write a short poem in 60 seconds using whatever word popped up. I was stunned for a moment when ‘ski’ was my word. But I think it turned out ok in the end. Here’s my ‘ski’ poem. Let me know what you think.

 

To ski, to fly
Down powdered lanes
Of glistening white

To fly, to race
Letting your weight
And instinct lead

To race, to see
Obstacles racing near
A blur as you pass

To see, to feel
The freedom of your flight
The oneness with the mountain

To feel, to love
The solidarity
One light, one night.

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Prank

Was it a joke
The way you loved me
A prank played upon a silly fool
Were your friends waiting to hear
The outcome of my tears
The ending of our years together

Was it pure jest
That you laid upon my feet
Filled with stars and rapture
And glittering promises to keep
To keep

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Blackness

His lips taste like pink lemonade

Tinged with blackness, temptation

His teeth are eggshell inside his lips

He jingles his spare change and smiles

Blueviolet light from neon signs

Flash in his thistle hair

Twinkle, twinkle, the night is silent.

Blue Neon Lights

Defended

Defended

And in that moment, I realized I had defended him too much. I had come to his aid one too many times. I had trusted him way more than I should have.

The cold handcuffs clicked as they closed around my wrists and the office shoved me toward the waiting squad car. Putting his hand on my head, he put me in the car and shut the door. Tapping the hood of the car, he turned his back on me.

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Future

Future

Sunlight beaming
Daytime gleaming
Never finding more
Blue skies showing
Your eyes knowing
Tell me what’s in store
Ever hoping
Never moping
It’s you who holds the key
Happy ever after
Full of joy and laughter
Darling, now I see.

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NaNoWriMo Progress: 21,600 Words!

Hey everyone!

In case you didn’t know, I’m participating in NaNoWriMo this year. This is day 7 and I just logged my updated word count at 21,600.

I am ahead of schedule and last weekend’s goal of 5,000 words each day kind of kicked my booty, so this weekend, I’m sticking to my 2,000 words per day goal. Check out my dashboard, yo!

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I’ve finished my 2,000 words for today, finishing 2,147 as indicated on my dashboard. I also have a word goal that I set per chapter in my Scrivener application and when I reach it, the bar turns green, so I know I’ve hit my mark.

Here’s a shot of a snippet from the end of Chapter 10, heading into Part II of the novel where the meat happens. Underneath, you can see the chapter word count and on the bottom right, you can see my goal bar is green ’cause I’m a good girl and did all my words today. 🙂

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Are any of you participating in NaNo this year? How’s it going? If you need some inspiration, check out my Resources Page for writing prompts, ideas and other resources. I’m so proud of myself for sticking to my goals and meeting my daily goals every day so far. I won’t lie, it’s hard work and I’m tired. But it will be SO worth it once November is over and I have the completed first novel in my series (series? Yes, series!) of novels to come. And I’m so proud of YOU for participating and hanging in there. If you’ve fallen behind in your goals, it’s not too late to get caught up. Just dedicate some time to writing this weekend and you’ll be back in the game!

Happy Writing!

~ Eileen 🙂