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An Everyday Kind of Love
Love is nothing like the movies –
sometimes
it looks like laundry and dirty dishes.
Real love
happens in the school drop- off line and
hides in
the bleachers of soccer matches and band festivals,
simple
ordinary times when a parent’s love fills all the empty
places.
And the Town Came Alive
Once the old town was asleep, waiting.
The streets were empty and lonely –
no cars, no people, no life.
Then a spark ignited,
slowly turned to flame,
opened fresh eyes.
Hearts returned.
You Are
Here.
It Takes Two to Tango
She was a walled flower with two left-over feet
No rhythm flowed or surged through her limp veins
Not beat to match her lonely heart moved her hips
But when the moon was full she shed her shoes and
tangoed alone in the lambent glow of night
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/
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”
Day 9 at NaPoWriMo has us composing to-do lists
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
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
When the Circus Came
The backyard was still and quiet
No sign of bird or beast, until
she ventured out to fill the feeders
Then, as if by magic, flying,
chirping, scurrying from seed to tree –
acrobats in fur and feather,
a circus outside my window
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
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
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