NaPoWriMo Day Nineteen – recreating a creation myth
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the Raven
a world in darkness
no moon or stars shining down
before the Raven
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Vacation Pics
NaPoWriMo Day Eighteen – Neologism
We’re making up words today
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Vacation Pics
I always pack my camera or
At least my phone (same thing)
I’m that person snapping away
While the tour guide drones on
About some obscure moment in
The history of this building or
That person – details I’ll never recall
Instead I’m capturing the beauty –
Architecture of each city
Flora and fauna of every village
And hamlet, the people living their
Everyday, ordinary lives
Storefronts and houses
Reflected in every door,
Outlined in every window I find
Myself, camera in hand- proof
That I was there ’cause
I have taken a ‘doorfie’
Dream Dancing
NaPoWriMo Day Seventeen – a nocturne
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Dream Dancing
I sit alone sleep
will not come
day has long ago
dissolved into night
and the memory of you
is slowly fading
like the light
I grasp for scraps
of memory that glow
like embers in my mind
and fan them gently until
they warm my heart
my eyes begin to close and
we are once again dancing
In my dreams
Wind Blown
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
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
Family
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
A Midnight Moment
Day Twelve of NaPoWriMo
alliteration/assonance
A Midnight Moment
the moon shone down
around the meadow beams
meandering from stone to stone
I followed them across
the marsh
and there met you
Wild In My Backyard
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
Dag
I’m a little late joining the party at NaPoWriMo
It’s already Day 10! Today we are writing ‘portrait’ poems
Dag (not Dad)
Blue eyes that sparkled
And a smile –
Always a smile
He whistled tunes
While working or
Reading or doing nothing
The house was happy
When he was home
Quite dull when he wasn’t
Now I stand looking at a stranger
Stretched out before me
Eyes closed, straight line mouth
No music
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