OctPoWriMo

My Favorite Color #OctPoWriMo

Colors mean a lot to us, though I don’t think we often think about it. Today’s prompt for OctPoWro brought that that back to my mind.

If ask any of my kids, my wife, even my grandson, they will all tell you my favorite color is orange. And it has been since – well, before I knew it was.

Since I was a child
My favorite color was orange
For a while I thought it was blue
But I realized I was wrong as I grew

My favorite color was orange
Even though it wasn’t a popular choice
And certainly not the favorite of other boys

For a while I thought it was blue
And it took me many years to admit
That orange was really it

But I realized I was wrong as I grew
Papaw’s trucks were always orange
It seem this color had appeal to him too


Looking back on find memories from my childhood, I remember my Papaw always had a truck; I can only remember him not having one during the last few years of his life.

The first one I remember was an orange GMC Sierra with a “three on the tree” (three speed manual transmission with the gearshift on the steering column). I loved that truck! In fact I loved it so much that for Christmas that year he and Granny bought me a Tonka truck exactly like it (except for the white cab-roof on my toy); I still have that truck locked away safely today. Every truck he had was a shade of orange; somethings he’d settle for a more red-looking color, but it was still orange.

In the mid-nineties I bought my first truck: a 1971 Chevy C-10 long box; the cousin to the truck Papaw owned and I loved so much. I even began to carry on his tradition of naming the truck. He always called his Betsy if I remember right; this truck was now-and-forevermore The Orange Blossom Special, or “Blossom” for short.

I chose to write this using the trimeric form because of its versatility and lends itself so well with prose, in my opinion at least. I was tempted to go on with more stanzas but didn’t want the poem to become too long; the post’s overall length is more than I’d intended to start with. 

Day 6 #OctPoWriMo

Today is day six of OctPoWriMo, a new to me challenge that I’ve really enjoyed thus far. “Life changes” is the theme for today’s prompt suggestion, along with using a counted-syllable style of writing. I chose to go with the theme (in my own way) and use the Shadorma again. 

There’s so muchI’d change if I could
Moments lost
Ever gone
We can change yesterday’s loss
Set new course today

While its human nature to wish to be able to set back the clock, we know that’s not possible. I know I have regrets; I imagine everyone does. But time lost worrying over past mistakes is time lost that we coul be re-setting for no more regretting. 

Day 4 #OctPoWriMo #Poetry

Day 4 of OctPoWriMo brings us the idea of magic and mysticism. The prompt words are: Fantastic, Magic, Mystical. I decided to try out a new poetry form, new for me at least: the Shadorma. I have see. It used a lot recently and having a form that is very similar to haiku and tanka, both of which I enjoy, I thought I’d give it a go. 

The ideas that came to me thinking on these words were the new possibilities of each new day. 

new day dawns

sun shining brightly

mystical

magical 

bringing a fresh attitude


all things are made new


Everyday we are given a blank canvas with which to work. How we use it, what we choose to apply to it are our choices alone. Yesterday has forever left us and tomorrow may never come; make something fantastic with today. 

“Look here, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we are going to a certain town and will stay there a year. We will do business there and make a profit.” How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog—it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.”

‭‭James 4:13-14 NLT

Day 3 of #OctPoWriMo

Day 3 of OctPoWriMo offers the suggestion of writing a shape poem after doing some free writing and three prompt words: Exhaust, Consume, Flow. I opted to use the three words but to write a haiku rather than a shape poem.

I can really identify with the thought of the day setting the stage for this exercise so this haiku flowed effortlessly for me. 

exhausted by life’s woes

I consume the Living Word

and refreshment flows

The haiku reads two separate sentences:

“Exhausted by life’s woes, I consume the Living Word.” and “I consume the Living Word and refreshment flows.”

For more on OctPoWriMo and the prompts see HERE

The Rocking Chair #OctPoWriMo #poetry

Today I continue with day 2 of 31 days/31 poems for OctPoWriMo. The prompt suggestion for today was to take a scene from a movie and compose a poem; you can read the details HERE if you’d like.

Well, a particular scene from a particular movie immediately popped into my head. But I thought surely there must be a better scene/movie to use as my subject so I pondered upon it all morning. When the initial idea wouldn’t leave – and started writing itself in my head – I gave in and went with it.

I headed to my “thinking spot” (on my screened in deck) with pipe and coffee to put together the poem. I immediately decided to use the trimeric form and, after some wordsmithing, I finally had my poem, inspired by the closing scene from The Sons of Katie Elder

The old rocking chair
set into motion by his burly hand
void of anything but memories
as it silently moves

set into motion by his burly hand
many events he’d rather not have
to wear on his soul

void of anything but memories
hope now rekindled inside
learning about Kate

as it silently moves
this newfound hope whispers
maybe he can be the man she portrayed

And today was much better than yesterday for creative thinking, if you read yesterday’s post; the rain drove the racket away. 🙂

Trimeric \tri-(meh)-rik\ n: a four stanza poem in which the first stanza has four lines and the last three stanzas have three lines each, with the first line of each repeating the respective line of the first stanza.

The sequence of lines, then, is

abcd, b – -, c – -, d – -.

Clouds #OctPoWriMo #tanka

I ran across a post in my feed today that lead me to OctPoWriMo, a poem a day writing challenge. It sounded like a fun thing to try so I began to ponder upon the suggested prompt word clouds. Unfortunately the neighbors across from me are having a new roof put on their house – by some very inconsiderate workers – and I’m only able to catch the moment I’m in, tanka-style. 

morning-time to write
when I’m fresh thinking clearly
loud country tunes
from workers across the street
cloud my creativity

I’m not sure I’ll keep up with the entire challenge, especially if this roof takes long to finish!