Month: April 2017

Wind Blown

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NaPoWriMo Day Sixteen – letter-writing

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Dear W. Wind,

I did not mean to ignore you or
Seem rude when I slammed the door
As you breezed by

I just ran inside to grab a coat
And maybe a hat and some mittens
You gave me the cold shoulder the

Last time you passed my door
You tried to enter through the loose
Window in the kitchen when Spring

Was already invited for tea
Please, Mr Winter Wind, call ahead
So I can reset the thermostat

Build a fire in the fireplace
Put on some long-johns and fix
A steaming cup of hot chocolate

In The Moonlight

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NaPoWriMo Day Fifteen finds us in the middle of something

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In The Moonlight

Standing in the middle of
A pool of moonlight
I feel the spirits of ancestors
Gently embracing my soul
Tenderly hugging my heart
Then the gloomy shadows of night
That frighten me evanesce and
I’m no longer afraid

Foodie

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A Clerihew for NaPoWriMo Day Fourteen

Foodie

Guy’s traveled all over the world
Sampling goodies whipped up and swirled
From coast to coast in diners and dives
You’re no one until he arrives

Family

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Day Thirteen of NaPoWriMo

the challenge today is to write a ghazal – a challenge indeed!

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Family

there is a large and quite strange collection
of loosely related people I call my family

a motley crew of shapes and sizes
ages and talents and I think they’re all my family

everyone is shorter than your average Joe
except Uncle Mike who is really tall in my family

there have even been rumors bandied about
where he came from which casts a pall over my family

then Aunt Rita insists that he doesn’t belong but
Uncle Art says he does and that starts a brawl in my family

I’m afraid I’ll never find someone to marry if I have to
introduce them to this off-the-wall bunch, my family

So High

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d’Verse Poets Pub -Oldies but Goodies, No Matter the Age
Lillian is hosting and has asked us to choose a popular song from our early years as the inspiration for a poem.

1951 – How High the Moon by Les Paul and Mary Ford

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So High
How high the moon seems on
A clear winter night
So high
Even the stars can’t touch it
Shining down on this simple planet
Lighting the way for travelers
And lovers

Wild In My Backyard

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Day eleven at NaPoWriMo has us writing a Bop- a sort of sonnet+song

 

Wild In My Backyard – A Bop

The feeders are filled and I wait
For the return of goldfinches and
Chickadees to my little patch of backyard
With binoculars and field guide beside me
I sit by the window watching and hoping
To add a new species to my life-list

Until the hawk came

There was some drama brewing
As sparrows competed for the
Only empty housing option available
An unpainted box, nailed to the choke cherry tree
All morning they have flown in and out
Carrying small twigs and bits of found straw
Urgently building a nest for egg laying time
Singly focused- instinctively placing each piece

Until the hawk came

Squirrels were up to their old tricks
Trying to attack the feeder for an easy meal
But always thwarted by the black cone attached
To the pole that even their acrobatics could not defeat
And the first chipmunk of the year sits on the ground
Under the feeders stuffing it’s cheeks with dropped seeds

Until the hawk came

Sculpting En Plein Air

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d’Verse Poets Pub Quadrille #30
It’s a ‘drizzle’ kind day with Mish tending bar at the pub

This is one of those poems that took off and wrote itself 😉

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Sculpting En Plein Air

Drops began to drizzle
The day work began
His spirit began to frizzle
Under rainy clouds
Desire began to fizzle
He had lost the sizzle
Of sculpting his true love
She began to shiver
Could not hold the pose
He put down his chisel