Monthly Archives: April 2015

Send me (Day 30 NaPowrimo

Ode my spirit

strumming

chimer -ing straws of memories

I was called here

bumming rides on-wombs of mercy

Ode spirit – shivering greatness -in birth

Ham-bone and grinning

Junes’  Snow

Blueberry oak

Expanding in Milk and Honey

Ode spirit,

I’ve come…

I’ve come, home.

Day Thirty

Safety (Day 29,NaPoWriMo

Ivory Gull Svartnes harbour Vardø march22nd 2015 in flight over water sign © Amundsen Biotope

(Free google image)

His hat hung just above the tiled brow.

Formerly he wore his best,

High altered pursuit -Ivory Grey

Drinking -dusty winds

Perching, gently its blue-ish bill.

Practicing his craft on human-rubbish

Gliding his hallowed cry – eeeer.

Against  ghetto ‘s, sand-dunes,war zones and cliffs too 

Robotic faces shhing  feathered hands

 still on he came,

Proudly, shaking the bear,

Resiliently, greeting lion cubs,

Flying parallel with each blustery storm.

Protected by the universe, Mr. Sea Gull.

Today I did not follow the prompt, I’ve gone my own way. I meet a beautiful friend today and thought I’d share my feelings. National Poetry is coming to a close.I felt much pressure writing. I’ve enjoyed each fresh rhythmic line. I have much to be thankful for. Writing is my water,my glass-slippers to the ball.My healing. Writing is my friend. All Rights Reserved 2015.

Please check out NaPoWriMo here for today’s prompt if you like:

Day Twenty-Nine

 

Spoons (Day 28 NaPoWriMo

Sanity -Night,

Hog-weeds are much taller in late-spring.

Miles of untapered

Normality-falling into

shard-glass.

Hearts-pumping in misery

Watching the sun and moon hold hands

pressing breast to breast -ironsmithing, effervescent

breathing…

Fabric-wrapping Emerald’s

Violet kisses  through subway tracks,

stretching printed patterns that make each girl,

Rich,

giggling in spoons of love.

In this poem I give my abstract attempt of bridge in love…So as I saw the moon and I saw the sun too I say “well now these two gift me such a delightful treat…and  that’s when the words came..

Today’s prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about bridges. A bridge is a powerful metaphor, and when you start looking for bridges in poems, you find them everywhere. Your poem could be about a real bridge or an imaginary or ideal bridge. It could be one you cross every day, or one that simply seems to stand for something larger – for the idea of connection or distance, for the idea of movement and travel and new horizons.

Happy writing!

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Growing Day 27) Napowrimo- Variant Haiku

Tranquil #1Planting

tree space

in my soul.

Tilling

watered holes

turning over anew.

Gardening

inward growth

preparing for harvest.

As (April )National Poetry Month is quickly passing- I am blessed today with all goodness and kind words, flowing on my blog and others(such positive goodness) . Please visit if you haven’t

Day Twenty-Seven

The dedication bloggers have-its in our blood. I understand this habit of writing and sharing. As (my grand) daddy would say  Howdy-“keep milking the cows,chase a hens or two that’s good livin!”… I am thankful for this space to write. There is nothing more beautiful,when I look around and see love…

And today’s prompt – optional, as always — comes to us from Vince Gotera. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince, the hay(na)ku is a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem. For example, you could write a hay(na)ku sonnet, like the one that Vince himself wrote back during NaPoWriMo 2012!

Happy writing!

Let’s Travel -Day 26) Napowrimo

In the words of my  -Great Aunt Ella ( I attempt the Persona Poem)

This is a story often told as a child growing up- I never met my Great Aunt God rest her soul.

Chile-

“S-O-B treat me like that I’d kill-em all over again!

And If ya wanna go to hell-let’s travel!

He kept makin- that uh-noise

so I’se kept stitching me -dress.

I called the coroner  office -as soon as he stopped.

Honey,

I’ve,never seen a man raise -his hand to a woman and live –

not while I’m good and

Able”!

 Today, I challenge you to write a persona poem – a poem in the voice of someone else. Your persona could be a mythological or fictional character, a historical figure, or even an inanimate object. Need some examples? Check out this persona-poem-themed issue of Poemeleon from a few years back.

Happy writing!

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Running with the Trees Day 25) Napowrimo

marathon_photos014

Horizontally stretched in opposite direction

A runner’s stance – orchestrated

to go the distance.

Measuring her (stride)full -breath

each vibrating  tentacles

evoking the wind

There are earthquakes, of explosions in all directions

no  isolated acts in tragedie

each mother’s child

Just a step in way of  bombing blows of9’11

Just a gunshot away of Walter Scott

Run with me-

Her elbows are rubbed in hope’s grease

her heart pumping in endurance

and though darkness has comes

She has no legs to run

her eyes glare at the finish

her strength arose from the rims of despair

 Running to a

that place where hurt shall be no more

Running to the trees touch that sky

running for her freedom

running because I count too!

Running for my life

Running,

laying,- aside my fears

Running. to grow my trees,

again…

This poem is inspired by: Oklahoma Bombings, Events9’11 and the current tragedy in “Nepal”

 http://kfor.com/2015/04/26/thousands-of-oklahomans-gearing-up-for-oklahoma-city-memorial-marathon/

This side of me Day(24) Napowrimo

Up this morning feeling so good & happy

Thinking happy thoughts

Did a happy dance

Mixed in a little, raw sugar and Whip cream

Played all my happy records

Minded my own happy-bidness!

Sneezed a happy sneeze

Put on my best Springy-

Maxi-dress

Walked off my happy porch

And…

Lawd have Mercy!

A flat

Tire!

This is a play on a Poem by Jackie Earley “One Thousand Nine-Hundred & sixty-Eight Winters” It’s a favorite poem of mine.

Our prompt today (optional, as always), will hopefully provide you with a bit of Friday fun. Today, I challenge you to write a parody or satire based on a famous poem. It can be long or short, rhymed or not. But take a favorite (or unfavorite) poem of the past, and see if you can’t re-write it on humorous, mocking, or sharp-witted lines. You can use your poem to make fun of the original (in the vein of a parody), or turn the form and manner of the original into a vehicle for making points about something else (more of a satire – though the dividing lines get rather confused and thin at times).

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