The Kraken

Day 9 at NaPoWriMo has us composing to-do lists

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-nine-7/

The Kraken

1 daily yoga stretches to keep all limbs flexible

2 morning devotional reading of Tennyson’s poem about me

3 light snack of fishes that swim around me

4 read family history in Old Norse Mythology

5 watch favorite version of me in Pirates of the Caribbean

6 prepare for dinner by opening and closing jaws

7 burst from the bottom of the sea and swallow some fishermen

8 find my antacids

9 listen to folk song about me

10 play Age of Mythology for an hour

11 read my favorite bedtime story, Monster Mission (sometimes I am a good guy)

12 sleep, to wake again and rise in hunger from the ocean’s depths

A Night for Lost Souls

A Night for Lost Souls

It was a clear winter night with
spotty stars covering the sky and
just a sliver of white moon showing

It was a cold winter night with
Only the arms of my quilted jacket
wrapped around me for warmth

It was a lonely winter night with
no one to listen to the wishes I
made to the stars high above

It was the kind of night that I
thought I might lose my soul
until I heard the owl call my name


I used the line, “I heard the owl call my name” from the book of the same title by Margaret Craven

Day Six

Chaos

Chaos

A glass of wine – or two
and some smooth jazz sent me
spinning into a world of Giant
Amoeba and exploding neurons
A colorful world with ever changing landscapes,
exotic, erotic flowers, menacing rocks and boulders
I ran as fast as I could, but my feet
became planted beside a river of
flowing, neon flower petals where glowing, shapeless creatures
came to pick the fruit from my branches
until I was naked and shivering
It was then that your gentle touch lifted me
out of the chaos and back to the warmth of your heart

Day One

Secrets

Secrets

They think that I have been left behind
to do this menial task, as if being
punished for being a women.
They think their comings and goings
make them more important than
a woman who stays at home
But they don’t know the power I posses,
and wonder why, at the end of the day,
their feet are sore and blistered


Inspired by A Month’s Darning (1876) painted by Enoch Wood Perry
In response to the prompt at NaPoWriMo.net

Almost There – and an Early-Bird Prompt

Disguise

NaPoWriMo Day twenty-nine – take a word from a favorite poem

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I have always like the Poetry of James Kavanaugh and the title poem from his book There Are Men Too Gentle To Live Among Wolves, is one of my favorites. I chose wolf as my word.

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Disguise

You howl but I
Do not reply
Only my heartbeat
Breaks the silence
Of a starless night
Instinct keeps me
Safe from you –
On the prowl
Wearing your best
Sheepskin

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