It’s October!

img_1839I love October with Halloween, Fall Leaves, Apple Cider and Costumes. Maybe that’s why I write paranormal romance books full of Werewolves, Witches, and Shadow Walkers. But don’t get me wrong, I’m not into horror. I don’t like to be scared and if I see a scary movie I’ll hide my eyes and probably have nightmares. Yes, I’m a lightweight.

I love “Love” and happy endings full of hope and dreams. See, totally a Romance Writer. This Halloween I’m dressing up as a “Fire Witch” from my “Witch Guardian Romance Series.” It was great fun to shop for special material to make flames. Wish me luck as I get the sewing machine out and try to whip this costume out before the end of the month.

In honor of October and the writing prompt “haunted” I wrote the following poem:

Haunted

by Caryn Moya Block

The little things
The smell of pizza
Your crooked smile
The softest touch

Turn my thoughts
Binding them to you
Without hope of escape
I am captured

A lost soul
Forever roaming the Earth
Searching for completeness
But never attained

You are gone
A longing unfulfilled
An emptiness of heart
Forever haunted

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What are you going to dress up as this Halloween?

Comment below and let me know if it’s scary or sweet.

 

Nature Washes Me – A Poem

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 by Caryn Moya Block

 

The geese honk at the quacking ducks causing a ruckus down by the river.

Up on the mountain the air whispers a welcome as a woodpecker knocks and a raven caws.

The song birds beg for seeds while the deer walk by and nibble on the grass.

I am so thankful to be here, surrounded and held by nature as she washes me clean, and refills my reservoir of creativity.

Pastel Colors – A Poem

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Pastel Colors

By Caryn Moya Block

 

I like to see the world in pastel colors

Soft and light, they envelope me in a feeling of safety.

Never is there a harsh word or blaring crisis

Only a gentle breeze and soft whispers of delight.

Here is a sanctuary filled with birdsong and pastries

A place to dance with sprites and sing to the moon.

April National Poetry Month – Poem “Words”

Written Word April is National Poetry Month

So I will share some of the poetry I write when I’m not writing paranormal romance.

Here is my first attempt this month: “Words” by Caryn Moya Block

Words,

Expressions from the heart that flow down my arms and drip onto the page,

Like Water Torture they go on and on.

 

The members of my writing group think I should put this on a T-shirt. What do you think?

 

The Rain – A Poem

The Rain

By Caryn Moya Block

The rain falls so hard it bounces up when it hits the ground.

The sound of pounding, like a chorus of drums in my head.

Waiting for it to end, I close my eyes and hope sleep will let me escape.

Into a dream of sunshine and light, where my spirit will lift again.

Heavy Downpour — Image by © Anthony Redpath/Corbis

Heavy Downpour