Windows flung openbird song bathes the airwhen the whirr of the edger’s motortakes intermittent breaks Mind cast openaha notions bathe awarenesswhen the whirr of a cluttered mindtakes intermittent breaks The NaPoWriMo prompt for day twenty-nine is to write about windows. Photo courtesy of Pixabay.
I stole some work time at sunriseto watch a fattened raccoonlumber across the yard toan ancient oak carved long agoas a tribute to her ancestorsDoes that make me a robber?Or is it living in the moment? I’ve been known to steal a whiff fromlilac blooms on a neighbor’s bushgrowing by the sidewalk whereI walk home … More Am I a Thief?
Alone in the morning sipping coffeea story tells itself to merandom, no noticeable triggerno sequential order Making homemade kahlua with Sherri on a cool November morningWalking railroad tracks with Mallarie to visit a neighboring schoolSunbathing slathered in iodine and baby oil with Bonnie in the back yardPretending to not be winded to impress David while … More Keta
No one gets sickDrink bleach for a kickThat’s not exactly true Obama’s a spyKim is an allyThat’s not exactly true Alabama will be hitSharpie makes the map fitThat’s not exactly true Didn’t know about StormPayments for pornThat’s not exactly true You said voter fraud was everywhereThat Mexico would pay for the wallIn two weeks you’d … More That’s Not Exactly True
The poem, fascinating and often misunderstoodis capable of sustained flighton wings totally different thanwings of fiction or drama Poets use echolocationto find their inspirationemitting pulses of high-frequency energythat bounce off nearby objectsPoets then use these echoes tocreate new perspectives Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to find a factual article about an animal, then go through the … More Guano
I am Here, where else could I be?This Here is different from any other HereI’ve experiencedThis Here is different from any other Hereothers experience I must appreciate each Here I encounter forHeres are fleetingHeres are limited Each Here is uniquePay attention ormiss it You cannot bring back a Hereeven in your memory becausethe new Hereremembering … More Here
The pitch would be a challengeShe, a novice, new to the firmpresenting to a seasonedboard of directors She steeled herself,applied her greasepaintpaused in the wings of the board roomthen entered stage left for her first performance The NaPoWriMo prompt for day 22 is to write a poem that invokes a specific object as a symbol … More The Pitch
I know I’m alive when sweet spring hawthorn scents my doorwayI know I’m alive when French silk pie lingers on my tongueI know I’m alive when I slide between cool laundered sheetsI know I’m alive when movement of shadows change with the sunI know I’m alive when Clapton blues dance my feetI know I’m alive … More I’m Alive
Two sandhill cranes graced my yardPranced their annual gift, unruffledKnees high with each graceful stepBeaks uplifted in stately postureWere they parading their beauty for me? No, mating season trek The NaPoWriMo prompt today was to write in the poetic form of sijo. I used poetic license to play around with the syllables a bit. Photo … More Annual Gift
lavender laughter filled the carrolled down windows, April 1962singing with abandon“Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy”giggling, dad and daughterboth too old to be so sillyboth savoring flickers of youth Hear the silly song my dad and I loved: Mairzy Doats, Did anyone else have fun songs they sang on … More Mairzy Doats