#Poem in October

[soracities]

Dylan Thomas, from "Poem in October", Selected Poems: 1934-1952

[heyitsmeyourfavoritechick]

You know I hate cigarettes…

I can’t ever breathe.

I hate the smell of them.

You can’t ever get the stench out.

you’re car, clothing or even your hair.

But you know when it comes to you,

I love you.

I feel like I can always get a breath of fresh air.

I love the smell of your jacket,

And the night we drove around in your car

I can ever get those memories out,

Even your clothing or even your hair.

It’s stronger than cigarettes…

.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・゜✭・.

[the-october-country]

Poem in October

by Dylan Thomas

It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood    And the mussel pooled and the heron            Priested shore        The morning beckon With water praying and call of seagull and rook And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall        Myself to set foot            That second In the still sleeping town and set forth.

   My birthday began with the water- Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name    Above the farms and the white horses            And I rose        In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days. High tide and the heron dived when I took the road        Over the border            And the gates Of the town closed as the town awoke.

   A springful of larks in a rolling Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling    Blackbirds and the sun of October            Summery        On the hill's shoulder, Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly Come in the morning where I wandered and listened        To the rain wringing            Wind blow cold In the wood faraway under me.

   Pale rain over the dwindling harbour And over the sea wet church the size of a snail    With its horns through mist and the castle            Brown as owls        But all the gardens Of spring and summer were blooming in the tall tales Beyond the border and under the lark full cloud.        There could I marvel            My birthday Away but the weather turned around.

   It turned away from the blithe country And down the other air and the blue altered sky    Streamed again a wonder of summer            With apples        Pears and red currants And I saw in the turning so clearly a child's Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother        Through the parables            Of sun light And the legends of the green chapels

   And the twice told fields of infancy That his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine.    These were the woods the river and sea            Where a boy        In the listening Summertime of the dead whispered the truth of his joy To the trees and the stones and the fish in the tide.        And the mystery            Sang alive Still in the water and singingbirds.

   And there could I marvel my birthday Away but the weather turned around. And the true    Joy of the long dead child sang burning            In the sun.        It was my thirtieth Year to heaven stood there then in the summer noon Though the town below lay leaved with October blood.        O may my heart's truth            Still be sung On this high hill in a year's turning.

[twicedailyquotes]

And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.

Dylan Thomas from Poem in October

[indecisivegloom]

[liriostigre]

Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies

[from-the-gray-spaces]

❤️❤️

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea/ Jacqueline Woodson, If You Come Softly}

[beingharsh]

"Gardening with the Son I Will Never Have", Ocean Vuong, Burnings

[tulipsofthemorning]

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Horace Vernet (1789-1863) "The Ballad of Lenore, or The Dead Travel Fast" Oil on canvas The painting is inspired by the ballad Lenore (1774) written by German author Gottfried August Bürger. In the poem, it is the end of the Seven Years' War, and Lenore is waiting for her fiancé; he appears in the night on a black horse, promising to marry her before dawn. But upon arriving at the cemetery, the horse rider is revealed to be a skeleton wearing armor.

[havingapoemwithyou]

reel by Barbara Crooker

[flowerytale]

Mary Oliver, from "October", Devotions

[llovelymoonn]

mary szybist incarnadine: "touch gallery: joan of arc"

kofi

[definitelynotshouting]

As promised here it is, Definitelynot-tober!! the beloved @isjasz requested some alternative inktober prompts, and these are the ones i came up with! This is free for anyone to do if they'd like, should be compatible for both art and writing, and a plaintext version of the prompts will be found underneath the cut!!

Massive and insane shoutout to my incredible friends @kunehokki and @corvidaearts for making the graphic and doing the typography for this prompts list respectively!! They both went SO HARD on this 😭😭😭😭 you guys are so insane for that thank you so so much for making it!!!

Be sure to tag your pieces as #definitelynottober and #definitelynottober2024 if you use these prompts so I can see them, and feel free to directly tag my blog as well!! Hope everyone enjoys, I had a lot of fun making this so I'll probably be doing it again next year :] (oh, and as a bonus, if you read these prompts all together, they form a poem!!)

DEFINITELYNOTTOBER2024 PROMPT LIST

REVEALING YOUR NATURE

ON THE EDGE OF A KNIFE

ONE EYE OPEN

TWO LIGHTS IN THE DARK

HEAVY IS THE HUNGER

BUBBLING UP

BETWEEN YOUR TEETH

A HAZY TEMPTATION

STEALING YOUR BREATH

LIKE SAND FROM THE HOURGLASS

HEART IN YOUR FIST

A MIDNIGHT CONFESSION

WARNING SIGNS

IN THE WEBS WE WEAVE

WEARING FAMILIAR MASKS

THE ANATOMY OF THE HOUSE

SETTLED IN STONE

CHALK LINES ON THE FLOOR

WALKING THE TIGHTROPE

AROUND THE FIRE

OLD BONES

SCATTERING THE SOIL

FOLLOWING

MAZES AND LABYRINTHS

BEYOND THE BRIGHTEST STAR

THE LIGHT THAT BLINDS

MIRRORED

SILKS AND SATINS

CARVING

THE SUNSET HARVEST

UNDER DYING LEAVES

[letsbeapoemtogether]