Museums

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-seven – taste

Museums

The rules were clearly posted
No running
No eating
No touching
No, no, no ,no ……..
So we carefully, softly walked
From gallery to gallery pointing
From a distance – trying to
Read the details beside each work –
Squinting
Whispering our opinions
A Cassatt, a Pollock, an O’Keefe
Landscapes, Outsider art, abstract
Stalked by the docent in polyester pants
That swished when she walked
Next time we’re going to the chocolate
Museum where there are samples for tasting

The Last Poem In The World

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-six – artifacts of the future

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The Last Poem In The World

They found it – the explorers-
Tucked away in a strange box
That seemed to be made of real wood
A soft, fragrant wood that their
Archeologist claimed was cedar
Some species of an ancient plant
It was buried under rubble
Of what must have been a dwelling
A tightly folded piece of tattered
Paper – an faded artifact
Smudges of hand-written words
A plea for peace in a backward world

Eavesdropper

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty five – small places

Eavesdropper

We had a breakfast nook
Two green wooden benches
With just enough room under the
Table for a small girl to slide
Underneath and hide
A dark, secret cave
A place to listen to the grown-ups
Gossip about family and neighbors –
Or so I thought
All they ever talked about was the weather
The price of milk and bread
And some painting I’d never seen –
A little picture with big ears

A Bold Poem

NaPoWriMo Day twenty four – ekphrastic poem based on Medieval marginalia

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A Bold Poem

This poem will not be marginalized

Pushed aside by lions with violins

Cats playing bagpipes or rabbits with knives

It will not become some colored squiggle

Along the edges of a page

This poem is BOLD and brave

Its words SHOUT and wave for attention

For a proper introduction, adulation

Each sentence marches across the page

Following the one before, confidently,

From corner to corner, leaving no room for

Naves and scoundrels

Full Circle Gardening

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty two – a georgic poem

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Full Circle Gardening

They dug out all that was free
That was natural
And imported exotic plants
Or hybrids with no value
But their beauty
They plowed up the meadows
And surrounded themselves
With lawns that must be tended
Then wondered where the bees
And butterflies had gone
And wrung their hands and
Shook their heads
Turned to science to ‘fix’ the problem
And science at last said, “Plant what’s natural”

Brilliant

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty one – an overheard conversation
There’s a little eavesdropping going on today.

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Brilliant

I had a stroke” of genius
A flash of brilliance once
Upon a time
Like fireworks in a summer sky
All razzel-dazzel
Bursts of color
Ooooos and aaahhhhs
It was a sparkler of an idea
That sizzled and danced
In the dark until it burned
Itself out and only ashes remained

Swing On

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty – vocabulary of a sport or game

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Swing On

Let’s take a swing at
This poeming thing maybe
Write a birdie or two (in the bush)
I’ll iron the wrinkles out of my
Sentences if they’re not up to par
Maybe wedge a rhyme in there sometime
Let my muse be the driver until she put(t)s
A hole in (my) one heart and turns it
Green with envy
Let’s take a swing at
This poeming thing
And see if it will take wing like an eagle