#OctPoWriMo – Day 1: Time – Lunes – ” Fairytale Schemes” #amwriting #poetry


Day 1 Prompt: Time

Time is such a constant in our lives, racing the clock, wishing it would go faster or slower. Rarely do we get off the train of time and focus solely in the moment. What does time mean to you?

Write for ten minutes about an instant that time stood still, with as much detail as you can.

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I’m not giving you ten-

Minutes you pirate

Saving time, so it won’t —

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Fly; pulling me in with —

Mouthwatering words, 

Delicacies discovered with lost boys. 

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Awaking, dreamscapes to handwrite on —

Slate grey walls

Spinning gold on my spinning-wheel. 

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New challenge, birds trill softly, 

Cinderella, Snow White

Rub Genie’s lamp, grant wishes. 

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Cast my mind from other, 

Issues; be Alice

Slipping down rabbit hole secure. 

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Rabbit peering at his watch

He’s late and —

Time’s needed, succeeding, rebuilding. 

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Growing pains, Belle taming beast. 

Spreading wings that —

Are clipped, don’t fly — learning. 

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Remember how it was to soar, 

Such memories of —

Before, such ugly stepsister problems. 

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Dreams unfurling, dancing in clouds, 

Dress pink, blue

Time scatters, no Prince here. 

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Clicks, ticks, forces me to —

The edge and, 

Swimming through life as Crocodiles.

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To write is to hook, 

Live in more —

Than fairytales and breathe in;

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Crisp clean air, words trembling, 

Fierce-Bad rabbit, 

With adventureous schemes; shot down. 

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If elephants fly with their —

Ears flapping; I’ll 

Survive at father time’s leisure. 

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Around the bend, avoid wolves

Yet sleeping, awake —

No mild princess, time awaits. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reaerved. 

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Poem: Lauranelle -“Living the Story”



 Please Listen Below: 


The story of our lives, it’s never over,

Until we breathe our last, we keep building.

Transitions experienced, life a changeover.


Loved ones grow, develop; our lives overfilling,

Hoping you experience, best of times; your story,

Ever-glowing, phenomenon thrilling.


Praying your lives keep moving, with pose; glory.

Even in the darkest times, search for light.

Live through each of life’s interesting short stories.


In the long road run, your epic takes flight.

No, life is not one or two, short stories formed.

Life the story, keeps changing; keep fighting.


At times, you must overcome frightening storms,

You must battle through blood; strike through the gore.

But there’s reasons you’re you, why you were born.


Lessons to be learned; experience fought for.

Life means continually rebuilding.

Worry not, when you fall; God rescues you before —


The waves pull you out, and drown you in salt —

Water takes away; it gives too, no fault.

The story of our lives, it’s never over,

Until we breathe our last, we keep building.


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.