Narcissus at the Laundromat

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Narcissus at the Laundromat

I watched him, that handsome man.
He went from machine to machine,
stopping to peer through each little window.
I thought he must have forgotten

which dryer he had put his clothes into –
up and down the aisles, stopping in front of
every door and staring with a contented smile.
He was in front of the oversize load dryer, gazing

longingly at a bedspread tumbling around when I asked
if he’d found his laundry and, without turning to look at me,
he replied, “ I have no laundry.”

My attempt at Day 5 prompt at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-five-9/

Of Poem and Nonsense

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Of Poem and Nonsense

This poem is tied up in (k)nots trying to
make sense of the letters swirling around


it – Syllables that won’t keep time, tripping
over metered clown feet – Phrases


of the moon lined up and made to
stan(d)za in groups of four or maybe two


What’s a poem to do when there is no
rhyme or season to its form? When it finds


itself trickling away into an inky stain on paper ?

And There is Beauty

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And There is Beauty

Hug a lonely tree
Listen to its heartbeat
Weep for the fallen leaves
Gather them in bushels
Spread them on a blanket
Whisper to them of love
Press them against your heart
Hang them in a window so they can feel the sun
Tell them they are beautiful
Write them into a poem

The prompt over at napowrimo.net today is to write a “prompt poem”

Wrapped Up

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Wrapped Up

She tried to catch up, match
up with those trending, mending
rending things until she was wrung dry

She tried to tweet sweet nothing
into space and time until her chirping dried up
She tried not to give up, live up to

some made up expectations that weren’t her
own until her muse was filled up with nonsense
Then she grabbed up some paper and some

deep blue ink and wrapped herself tightly
into the safety of her own mixed up poem

Synthetic Smells

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Synthetic Smells

They sell smells boxed and bottled,
ready for noses unused to nature.
Lavender and rose petals packaged
in plastic – manufactured smells
from a laboratory by people in
white coats and hair nets who
work under artificial lights and
breath artificial air. I long to walk
with them in my garden, to share
the warm yellow light of the sun,
and let them brush their hands
across lavender and sage until
they find the smell of peace.

Rescue Mission

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Rescue Mission

A shopping trip with old friends-
we all
look forward to searching out bargains, and we
deserve
a day out now and then – our passion is
second
hand shops where unwanted, discarded items get
chances
to shine once more, to find gentle mercies
in life

waltmarie

Frozen Promise

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Frozen Promise

It happens every year –
and still I hope
All it takes are a few sunny days,
a couple warmish nights,
and the Magnolia tree in my
neighbor’s yard is adorned with
plump pinky buds full of promise
It happens ever year –
a frosty night forces the buds to
shrivel up in brown sweaters
promises unkept
It happens every year –
and still I hope

On a Gloomy Spring Day

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On a Gloomy Spring Day

It was a gray day –
gray sky, gray dreams.
Rolling fog came pushing
it’s way across the ground
masquerading as a goblin,
and I looked for a safe
place, a hidey hole.
Hope hung limply,
like a worn out chemise,
until a small trumpeter
with a black cap chirped
notes of promise into the air.

Colour me poetry