National Poetry Month, Day 21: Vulture

National Poetry Month, Day 20: Love and Light

National Poetry Month, Day 19: Feeding the Crows

National Poetry Month, Day 18: Sliding Scale

National Poetry Month, Day 17: Music

National Poetry Month, Day 16: Hypomanic

National Poetry Month, Day 15: Hidden

National Poetry Month, Day 14: Deep Down

National Poetry Month, Day 13: Forgetfulness

National Poetry Month, Day 12: Fantasy

National Poetry Month, Day 11: Small

National Poetry Month, Day 10: Rays

National Poetry Month, Day 9: Magic

National Poetry Month, Day 8: Migrate

National Poetry Month, Day 7: To Write a Book

National Poetry Month, Day 6: Tea Leaves

National Poetry Month, Day 5: Garden

National Poetry Month, Day 4: 2,000 Words

National Poetry Month, Day 3: Inspiration

National Poetry Month, Day 2: Rejection

National Poetry Month, Day 1: Five Aces

The black outline of a jar sits over a white background with a yellow and orange border. On the lid of the jar is the poem’s title, “Oddities.” Across the body of the jar is the poem itself, in dark amber text. It reads: What makes something an oddity? How do we define going against the norm When the norm is nothing but an average Of the oddness among us all? If human beings are all unique, Then why must we compartmentalize, Sorting us into boxes for Clarity or ease of judgment? Instead, allow us all to be odd, Each in our own way. Embrace that oddness and understand That we are richer for it. The poem is signed at the bottom of the jar by its author, Sibyl Sinclair.

Here’s this week’s poem, “Oddities.” If you’re on FB, follow my page at Author Sibyl Sinclair, and keep an eye out for my website, which will be going live by the end of the week!

A poem in white text is typed over an image of a night sky over trees. The title of the poem is “Nocturnal.” The poem reads: Why do the best ideas Always come at night, In those final moments Before sleep takes me? Inspiration must be A nocturnal creature, Creeping in the dark, Resting its head upon my tired mind. The poem is signed in the lower right corner by its author, Sibyl Sinclair.

This week’s poem is titled “ Nocturnal.” Enjoy!

A beige and brown map background features a poem titled “Maps.” It reads: Writing is a series of maps. Maps of a world that live in my head. Maps of a plot that twists and twirls in the ether. Maps of characters who grow inside of me. Everything is charted out. Everything is a winding path. Without maps, we are lost, For without a map, how do we know Where we are going and where we have been? The poem is signed with the author’s name, Sibyl Sinclair.

This week’s poem is called “Maps.” Follow for more!

If you can’t buy inspiration, homemade is fine.

A greyscale background shows what appears to be the shadow of a window. In the upper left corner is the title: Sorting. The poem reads: Sorting out my thoughts Into lights and darks. I will wash the darks today And hope they come out clean. I cannot wear them As they are. The poem is signed Sibyl Sinclair.

Friday Mood.

A background of fire highlights white text featuring a poem: Year of the Fire Horse I have shed my skin, And now I run forth, born anew. On my body, I will feed The bold, new flames I grew. This is a year for taking charge, For claiming what is mine, For treading deep into the depths And knowing I’ll be fine. The poem is signed “Sibyl Sinclair.”

Happy (one day late) Lunar New Year to all who recognize it!

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Poem over abstract grayscale image reads: The pen is mightier than the sword Because The heart is stronger than the hand. Yet, the strongest muscle In the human anatomy Is in the mouth. This is a lesson To speak your truth, For the voice is mightier Than all else. Poem signed by Sibyl Sinclair

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, so here’s a poem I wrote this morning. 🖤

As of this morning, I have 10,000 words remaining until I hit my goal word count.

Wish me luck!