November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 27: Acrostic for Angie

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All alone adrift

Nothing nice nevermore

Going, going, gone

Intwining imaginative intricacies

Envisioning elusive eternity

Boiling bad blood brew

Love long lost

Unquiet undying urges

Escaping exotic eyes

~Cie~

Notes:

Today's November PAD Chapbook Challenge asked participants to take one or more of the poems they'd created for the challenge previously and remix them. I took my day 2 abecedarian poem Alpha to Omega and my day 7 free verse poem Angie Blue and turned them into an acrostic using the first letters of Angie Blue.

I'm probably not going to share this poem at the November PAD Chapbook Challenge post because it only makes sense to me. Angie Blue is a poem inspired by various songs that I learned to love as a young teenager in the late 1970s.

NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 28 + Poems in April 2019 Day 28: Major Changes

Greetings from Grover, Colorado

Guess we're making an offer on a place that is

Really in the middle of nowhere

On the outskirts of the outskirts

Very far back in the backwater

Everything in the past leading us to this

Rural hotel in a very tiny town

Can't imagine that most folks would want to

Own a place that's such a 

Long way from everything

Out on the Northeastern plains

Rippling grasses and whispering winds

Accentuate the solitude

Dreary it may seem to most

Only the broken dream of such a view

~Cie~

Notes:

A daunting move filled with possibilities.

This place appears in the dictionary next to the phrase "fixer-upper" and the word "boonies."

It is zoned as a multi-use property and has given new life to my dead dreams.

This may be the most important move I will ever make.

NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 19 + Poems in April Day 1 & 19: Aprils Ago

Per Ohlin

17 January 1969 - 8 April 1991

Death by a self-inflicted gunshot wound

Aprils ago a

Broken spirit

Chose

Death

Empathy

Found me

Grieving

His passing

Impotently

Just thinking

Kind thoughts and holding

Love in my heart

Made

No difference

Protecting a soul

Quite so

Raw and

Sad was

Terribly

Unlikely

Vain regretting

While wishing that

Xolotl would guide

You to the spirit world by a gentle

Zephyr

~Cie~

Prompt 1

Prompt 19

Notes:

Seldom have I encountered a more troubled soul than Per Ohlin. As my lovely friend, the late Walt Cessna would have said, he was fukt 2 start wit. 

(This was the title of Walt's autobiography. He said that I inspired him to actually sit down and write it. I have always treasured this knowledge. Walt died from complications of AIDS.)

I sometimes become overwhelmed and try to bury my empathic nature. It doesn't stay buried for long. Maybe a minute, maybe an hour, rarely more than a day, and then, as Per once wrote, up from the tomb it comes. I can't ignore the soul calls for long.

I wish I had known about the phenomenon of soul calls when I was younger. It could have saved me a lot of grief, but it's too late now. Anyone who is of a metaphysical mind is welcome to read about this issue here. For anyone who is not of a metaphysical mind, do us both a favor and don't bother. This isn't the high school debate team, I'm tired, and I have no desire to bend anyone to my own particular set of beliefs. 

I am utilizing the Poems in April prompts again, but I am not joining up with the Linky in order to prevent another barney from brewing. Instead, I will comment on a few poems from people who have been kind and supportive along the way. Bit of a shame as I was getting a kick out of having so many visitors, but I find confrontation stressful, so best to keep that gate shut, I think.

NaPoWriMo 2019: Day 14 + Poems in April Day 14 & 3: Late Night in Lakewood

Image copyright The Real Cie

Late at night in Lakewood

As the snow is falling

Keeping the snowplows working

Every hour they drive by

While I, up late as usual

Once in a while look out the sliding door

Out into the world white and cold

Dreaming of a day when life is not so difficult

~Cie~

Prompt #3

Prompt #14

Notes:

I broke my pattern with the catch-up game on the Poems in April challenge. It should have been 14 and 5, but the day 5 prompt didn't work as well with the day 14 prompt.

I didn't follow the NaPoWriMo prompt today at all.

The poem form is an acrostic or name poem.

I am so pleased with everyone's kind comments! I will try to catch up with all of you soon.