#OctPoWriMo Day 25: Fueling the Spirits

An Apparition on the Lake by Maria L. Berg 2021

For Tourmaline .’s Halloween Challenge, haunted, I took my single ghost filter to see what’s haunted in my world.

Toward the Light by Maria L. Berg 2021


Here we are starting our last week. I’ve decided to continue my daily poem practice through November by participating in Writer’s Digest’s November PAD Chapbook Challenge. After I finished my poem revision series last spring, my next goal was to create my first collection. I started exploring my themes and writing and submitting poems with that intention. Creating a chapbook this November, exploring my themes through the prompts will be a good way to continue in that direction.

Today’s prompt, “cup,” is a good one for me right now because I’m weary of burn-out, especially as we approach NaNoWriMo. I need to be rejuvenating, getting excited to write even more, and yet, the excitement I felt at the beginning of the month has waned. I need to refill that well in a big way. The 2018 prompt was “the door goes both ways.” I’m going to interpret that in terms of energy flow.

Distract the Ghosts

My cup seems to empty
before I drink
my ghosts are gluttons
but spirits sink
having trouble refilling
on never enough
like the torrent
spilling from the rupture
in the rubber bag in the well
never full after so many
pulls and yet thrown down
to spill again

This abrupt cut of current
is but the wrong song
skipping, repeating, leaving
the needle too long
on the same boring line
Changing the channel
breathing into the
haunting hues will
excite juices again
to fill my cup with
torrential thoughts
like hot honey
Quick! Distract the ghosts

Haunting Hues by Maria L. Berg 2021

Happy Reading and Writing!

#OctPoWriMo Day 24: Winter Blossoming

The Canopy by Maria L. Berg 2021

For Tourmaline .’s Halloween Challenge, forest, I got up early and went out to see what the forest had to offer.

The Floor by Maria L. Berg 2021


Today’s prompt is “millstone.” The 2018 prompt was “opening.

She opens in winter

as the darkness heavies
like a weighted blanket
comforting her in calm
settling solace sought
swirling silence surrounds
the thick gray cloud cover
weeping upon her window
panes placate the wanderer’s
physical will and climbs instead
into her moss-roofed
shed of imagination
like the magic wardrobe
she secrets through
thick firs into fantastical
worlds of danger and
adventure where good
and evil collide and
she must fight to survive
with quick wit
and fire she faces
each failure hungry
to open
the doorway

Communing by Maria L. Berg 2021

Happy Reading and Writing!