Today's prompt was to do a tanka. . 5-7-5-7-7. Result fairly self-explanatory I do not like maths Numbers only annoy me I much prefer words I hate imposing maths on words But I think that sloths are cute
Author: Morgan Sylvia
Morgan Sylvia is an Aquarius, a metalhead, a coffee addict, a beer snob, and a work in progress. A former obituarist, she is now a full-time freelance writer. Her fiction and poetry have appeared in several places, including Pseudopod, Wicked Witches, Wicked Haunted, Northern Frights, Twice Upon An Apocalypse, Endless Apocalypse, Haunted House Short Stories, and The Final Summons. In 2013, she released Whispers From The Apocalypse, a horror poetry collection. Her first novel, Abode, was released from Bloodshot Books in July 2017. Her second novel, Dawn, is the first book of a fantasy trilogy. Her most recent book is As The Seas Turn Red, an ocean-themed poetry collection, which was nominated for an Elgin. She is a member of the HWA and SFWA. Sylvia currently lives in Maine with her boyfriend, two cats, a ton of plants, and a chubby goldfish.
Iron Maiden – Wasted Years
I just had this song in my head and lo and behold, it shows up in my feed.
Nanopowrimo Day 10 – Unlove, and the art of letting go
Today's prompt was unlove. Unloving is not always a choice But a path taken Cannot unspeak words Or unmake memories Undo moments or reasons or time But reflections shrink in the rear view mirror Grow smaller and then vanish behind newer days Things fade from view before they fade from memory There's a place in …
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Nanopowrimo Day 9 – Noir
There were witnesses to her death Trees and buildings and fog Pigeons and rats and shadows The soiled river The crumbling bridge But these things were silent These things were unmoved These things kept their secrets even from sharp, hardened eyes There were passerby who may or may not have heard a scream The snap …
Nanoprowrimo Day 8 is late but yummy (esp with lots of cream and sugar)
Late and short, because my head and fingers are full of fiction, not poetry. I'm also cheating on the prompt because I'm kind of on a roll here and I can just tell that a-b-ab- Don Juan pattern is going to make the muse angry if I tackle that right now instead of story. It …
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Nanopowrimo Day 7 – Another day, another format, and a nod to Amergin
Today's prompt was to write a poem in which each line except the last takes the form of a single, declarative sentence. Then, the final line should take the form of a question. I saw the raven cross the full moon I saw the moon hide her face behind thick dark clouds I saw the …
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Nanopowrimo Day 6 – Ode to one of many phones I’ve killed …
Goodbye, dear cell phone You and I had some good times Before I dropped you
Nanporwrimo Day 5 – belated- My Cinquain stayed out too late last night
I don't even know what a cinquain is, but the prompt gave a pretty clear explanation. So here is a cinquain. At least, I think it's a cinquain. It could be a spider. Thunder Rings through the air The hammer of the gods Splits open summer's darkened skies Clouds weep
Nanopowrimo Day 4 – Abundance of Onslaught
Today's prompt was to pick one of several lines and run with it. I'm crabby today. I don't feel like writing a poem, or anything else for that matter. But that's probably only more reason to do it. Abundance of Onslaught Crushing press around you The stink of human fear Rage rides in waves Order …
Nanopowrimo Day 3 – A pen, Vikings marathon, and a bottle of rum
I have to grr a bit at today's prompt (sea shanties) because I have an ocean-themed poetry collection out on sub and it sucks to do an ocean bit I can't add to it. So grr. yarr. Whatever. Tides roll high Tides roll low Tides roll us away from hearth and home Seas are green …
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Morgan Sylvia 