Author: Dawn Renee Miller

Lifelong writer of boring things like specs and reqs ready to spread her wings with some creativity.
NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

POV

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

Take a look around, see anything different?

No? How about if you kneel down

Or look up above yourself?

Lay down in the grass and open your eyes

Do you see the world around you change?

Break from the screens and shut the noise?

How about now, what do you feel?

Go another direction, deep into the heart of the city.

Hear the noise, watch the rush of people,

It’s a different world here too.

Shift your view to the sadness in the East,

See the chaos and destruction and death.

Now come back to where you are.

Grateful to be where you are.

Happy to have all you have,

At peace with all you love.

Amazing what happens when you go and

Change your point of view.

April 7, 2022 – DRM

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NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Spring Forth

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The freshness of spring bursts forth,

While grasses and leaves of green grow,

And buds turn into blossoming flowers.

Bees and birds take to the skies,

Filling our ears with hums and songs.

Welcoming is the renewal season,

Joy and fresh air fill our hearts and lungs.

Come now my dear and plant a gentle kiss

Upon blushing cheek touched by sun.

April 6th, 2022 – DRM

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NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Lend Me Your Ear

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Shift your attentions away my dear

Even if it is only to something near

For in this life there is nothing to fear

But words like these are hard to hear.

Do not worry about the next month or year

It’s time to take care of what is right here.

For the past go ahead and shed that tear,

Then let your todays bring you cheer.

April 5, 2022 – DRM

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NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Controlled Motion

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Gasping, tremors, needing air.

Stumbling to the back,

Desperate for a drink of water.

Throat is dry like the desert as

quivering hands struggle,

The clear liquid sloshes in its bottle.

Finally a gulp goes down,

As sweat drips into eyes.

But relief is not found.

Light exercise, it’s not…

This is a form of torture!

April 4, 2022 – DRM

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NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Step

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Softest of petals feeling like velvet,

Freshly fallen from bloom filled trees.

Brilliant blue skies, dotted with clouds,

Gentle music floats upon the winds.

The silk and lace drapes her elegantly,

Her soft brown curls surround her face

She peers out the window and sees him,

Wearing a smile wider than the Grand Canyon.

She looked forward to this day,

Ready to step into a whole new life.

April 3, 2022 – DRM

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writing

Snowy Owl Lane – Hi-Jinx

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Steve jumped out of bed and smiled to himself. Hi-jinx we’re at hand and he couldn’t wait to see their impact.

As he walked into the kitchen, the girls and Suzy sat, heads hung, and tired looking. He grinned to himself a bit…the girls could nap today after his hourly alarm prank overnight.

He looked at them, “Why the drowsy faces?” and stifled a snicker. They just looked up.

He walked over to Suzy and she looked up. Kissing her on the forehead, he wished her good morning. He saw leaves floating g in the tea and a sad quiver in her lip. Prank 2 success.

“Will you rinse out my cup and make me a new cup?” Suzy requested, holding it up for him to take.

Steve knew it was the least he could do. So he took the cup and headed to the sink. The girls looked up and their tired eyes turned to expectation.

Steve flipped on the water and the sprayer splashed him in the face and wet his shirt. Stunned a moment, he put his hands out to block the stream.

Behind him, the girls broke out in raucous laughter. Steve quickly moved into revenge mode, picking up the sprayer and aiming it at the three of them.

The girls squealed and ducked behind the table while Suzy laughed then bolted down the hall.

Steve shut off the water, then chased her down the hall. He tackled her onto he bed and a full on tickle fight ensued.

Between laughs, Suzy got out “April Fool’s!”

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poetry, writing

Lullirain

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The tapping of the rain on the window pane

And the wind howling through the mighty oak

Teardrops stain the window’s glass

As tired eyes stare from an exhausted lass

Sleep comes as her lids finally close,

A blanket wrapped to keep her warm.

Finally sweet slumber settle in,

And her aging face wears a grin.

Drifting away from the day comes with ease

Now she may drift off to dream as she please.

April 2, 2022 – DRM

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NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Lost Soul Hacked

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Grayness and sadness filled the skies

as she realized how she swallowed his lies.

She believed him to be someone she knew,

someone pretending to hide from view.

Was it a lost soul looking for his twin?

Was it her heart he sought to again win?

But the mask he hid behind fell away,

and the truth was clear that dreary day.

So, with a quick block she removed the hack

and now she knew she’d never look back.

April 1, 2022 – DRM

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poetry, writing

NaPoWriMo

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

It’s that time of year to break out into song and recite poetry into the air to celebrate the renewal of the spring season!

That’s write folks…it’s time for NaPoWriMo… or national poetry writing month! For information on this month and to share your works with poets and poetesses alike, visit this site:

https://www.napowrimo.net/faq/

I will be participating again this year to flex these creative cells floating in my crazy brain and hope you enjoy the next 30 days of poetry!

Hope you join in too! Let’s hear the zany and insightful, the beautiful and the haunting! Cheers!

To see my poetry for the month, please visit the following page: https://dawnreneewrites.com/april-2022-a-month-of-poetry/

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writing

Much Enough

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I thought I was never enough.

I still get those thoughts,

But I wanted you to know.

I thought I wasn’t pretty enough,

Thin enough, sexy enough,

Something enough.

But you, you made me want to work,

To be enough. And when it all failed,

I accepted that I just wasn’t enough,

That I would never be enough for you.

To survive, I decided

I’d take what I could get.

Never realizing I was worth so much more.

Grateful that those who came in my life

Were at least friendly and kind;

Perhaps I knew how to draw that line.

So I gave up dreams that wouldn’t fit,

And when overcome with anxiety, just sit.

Frozen in my mind, stopping any growth,

Except for my waist, because to them

it really did not matter either.

See, they were settling too,

for someone kind and smart,

accommodating and such…

It’s amazing what people will give up

How much they will compromise,

Especially to stop from being lonely,

To stop thinking they are not enough,

When they don’t believe

they’re worth very much.

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