Oh! #Octpowrimo, 25 days into the month of poetry.
Oh! The creative push to write a daily poem for Octpowrimo month has helped me write descriptive scenes in my fiction writing giving it better rhythm but not rhyme goodness me but that is a current problem! Anyone else?
Between fiction writing and oil painting and cleaning out my garage, I find myself “painting” poetic scenes in my mind.
And like a painting I have here still on my easel even before I add additional brushstrokes, I have done them in my mind first, same with the written work that needs additional keystrokes.
So, if that wasn’t enough stroking for one post… here is my poem for day 25: Strokes
Stroking a kitten’s like stoking a fire
Petting revs her purr motor higher
Arched high she springs to action
her claws get some friction, her fur some rough lickin’
Pouncing off she finds work of all kinds of hard play
And then there’s window sentry light sleeping where she’s keeping
A watch for her stroker, her purrfect re-stoker
To lay lap curled contently consumed by the fire of the day.