Wednesday, October 31, 2018

With Love

This is it. OctPoWriMo is over. My final poem is a Haiku, which still is one of my favorite forms to write. Thank you all for staying with me this month, for encouraging me. It has been an honor to write for you. Until next time, farewell.

Rod E. Kok
October 31, 2018

Time has passed slowly
thoughts sewn together daily
Sharing words with love

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

A Dance

Today is the penultimate day of #OctPoWriMo 2018. There are only two poems left to write. Today's prompt is Dancing on the Moon. I wrote the prompt just a little different, but I did write about a dance. I hope you enjoy.

Rod E. Kok
October 30, 2018

Under moonbeams and starlight,
soft saxophones
jazz up
this dance floor.
An embrace
for the ages,
two lovers
sway in time;
nothing else matters.
Eyes locked
on each other,
holding a gaze
full of promise,
radiating passion.
A celebration of love
under glimmering light;
time holds no sway
over those who dance

Monday, October 29, 2018


Today, dear reader has been my least favourite prompt. I do not mean this to disrespect Amy. No, not at all. I simply mean that today's prompt is about numbers. And I hate numbers. I am not a math guy. So I hope you will forgive me for what may be a lackadaisical effort. It simply wasn't my day.

Rod E. Kok
October 29, 2018

I am trying to dig
into hidden meanings
of numbers,
but all I come up with
is that one
plus one
is two.

Sunday, October 28, 2018

From Darkness to Joy

Day 28 is almost over, and I finally penned a poem. I must admit that my creativity is waning. I hope I make it 3 more days. Today's prompt is Split in Two. Once again, I have made it personal, addressing my mental health struggles. I hope my words make sense.

Rod E. Kok
October 28, 2018

Like a tree felled
by an iron axe,
so I fell
into overwhelming

Split in two,
I tried to hide
behind a mask.
Broken, despairing;
I cried for help.

As a seed planted
in fertile soil,
I was given a chance
to thrive.

Flourishing under
loving care,
I grew in stature.
Now I cry
for joy.

Saturday, October 27, 2018


Shadow. This is the random noun I was given to write about. The poem today is to write about the color of this random word. I feel mine was an interesting one to get. I hope I did it justice.

Rod E. Kok
October 27, 2018

In eastern skies,
dark oranges turn
Our sun casts its warmth
over everything.
From beige deserts
to yellow fields of canola,
shadows disappear
into daylight.
Golden wheat basks
in the glow,
green forests awaken.
Rays traverse the land,
forging ahead with hope.
East to West,
here to there;
the shadows of life
come and go,
coloring our world
with heat and cold.
Such is the way
it was created.