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

Dag

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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

Repurposed Barn

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I thought I wouldn’t have a picture this week but last night I was at a Master Gardener’s meeting near this building and noticed how striking it looked at night.
You can see my reflection in one of the door pictures. I guess maybe I took a “doorfie” 🙂

The County Conservation offices are located in an 1880s era barn that was dismantled and reconstructed at its current location.

Sleeping Over

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Celebrating Children’s Poetry – Dreaming with Stacie
It’s all about tickling our inner child in the Garden today. Thanks to Stacie for this funtastic prompt.

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Sleeping Over

Who giggled the hardest
When we told goofy jokes
Ate all the popcorn
And drank all the Coke

Who turned on the flashlight
To tell scary stories
Then heard heavy footsteps
And smelled something gory

Who screamed the loudest
Hid under the bed
Eyes shut and ears covered
Pillow over your head

Who fell asleep first
Sleeping bag on the floor
I’ll keep your secret
‘Cause I heard you snore