Random thoughts on the Demodex…
Just as the microscopic mites which live upon our skin
–digging, crawling, eating, mating, dying–
are we not like tiny mirrors of the same living upon the earth?
Please note: This mini poem, is in response to the Day 9 prompt from NaPoWriMo.net – to write a poem in which something big and something small come together.
Weaver of Words, Work Thy Magic!
Set the desk with ink and quill
Prepare the parchment and work your will
Light a candle, let inspiration spark
Be ready to weave your words at first dark
Now, chant this invocation:
Muses hear me, in the night
Guide my pen, ease my plight
Spin my sonnet like a spell
Drawing ink, I conjure from this well
Let my lyrics lure the reader
Entwining verse, refrain, rhyme, and meter
Hypnotic haiku that intrigue the soul
Enchanting elegies that lament and console
Sing me odes to overwhelm the senses
And whisper limericks with no pretenses
Ballads that bewitch and beguile
Followed by epics that go on a long while
When at last the ink has run dry
And the first sign of light is drawing nigh
May inspiration cease and silence swell
Sleep now Calliope, Erato, Thalia, and Euterpe as well
As light sheds the veil, thus endeth our spell!
Please Note: This poem is inspired by the Day 8 prompt from NaPoWriMo.net – to write poems in which mysterious and magical things occur.
To cap off the first week, I decided to try a haiku – because I generally do not haiku.
grey autumn morning
one bare tree drips black like death
crow murder stands guard
whisk it away
This poem is an attempt to follow the NaPoWriMo prompt for Day #6 – stretching our comfort zones with line breaks.
Remembering Advice From My Youth
Sit up straight
Lift your chin
hold your head high
don’t look down your nose at people
make your voice heard
don’t be a B-I-T-C-H
believe in yourself
but know when to bend
Show your strength
be firm in your resolve
but do it gently
Take care of yourself
but sacrifice your needs
for those of others
You don’t need another person to take care of you,
to complete you, but yield
to the one you choose
Love, honor, cherish, obey…
What century is this?
At what point am I no longer me
and simply servant