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Over // Under // Through –
We’re getting challenged today in the Garden
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Miss(under)stood
I didn’t even get through
my explanation of why
I was over (the moon)
about him before he
turned and walked away
I turned too and ran
into you, stumbled over
my words, fumbled
through an apology
then noticed your
kind eyes, smiling face
and knew I was
over him
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
Chèvrefeuille’s Gift #1 full circle “new life”
Snow
Blossom
Beauty
Sunflower
Beach
Waves
Clouds
Horse
Meadow
Poplar
Leaves
Rain
Creat four haiku using the twelve words given, in this order
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like snow covered trees
white apple blossoms cling
beauty of Spring
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sunflowers swaying
along the edge of the beach
back and forth like waves
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clouds galloping past
shapes of high stepping horses
across the meadow
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tall poplar tree
yellow leaves falling
Autumn rain
Micro Poetry in the Garden ~ Streetlight Rain
The challenge is to write an American sentence
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Under the streetlight rain, city frogs serenade a cardboard village.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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