It shimmers, a mirage in the desert. It wafts, a curtain in the breeze. It balances, a water droplet on a leaf tip. A miniscule moment that can change the trajectory of a life. *** Prompt via NaPoWriMo.net: Write a poem that reflects on the nature of being in the middle of something. Continue reading Napowrimo 15/30: Indecision/In Between
Tropical Wave Late summer. Still, stagnant, a pond surface slick with algae. Hot air, stale breath. Down in the depths something stirs from sleep. Lethargy levitates, collides with wind. A vortex is spawned, wilder than a drunken dragon. *** Prompt via napowrimo.net: This is a catch-up post from the prompt for 4/12/17: Write a poem that explicitly incorporates alliteration and assonance. Continue reading Napowrimo: Tropical Wave
Kylie Jenner glitters and glows wielding a pepsi steps on our toes *** Prompt via NaPoWriMo.net: Write a clerihew, a four line biographical poem that satirizes a famous person. Due to extreme busyness, I missed two days of poem-writing. I hope to catch up sometime during the month. Happy writing! Continue reading NaPoWriMo 14/30: Clueless x 2
I only missed you once, when the kettle boiled and I burned my finger in the steam, you weren’t there to get an ice cube or pour my cup of tea. The empty space is crowded. It’s a lie I tell myself, not in the dead of night, but in the bright white glare of every day since you left. Your empty shoes sit by the back door waiting for the snugness of your toes. I’ve come to realize you walk a trail now I might never find. The empty space is crowded. When I walk the back garden where … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 11/30: Fingers & Toes
Hope Redux Light shakes its starry head, turns to the angel’s eye. Many live in the motion that has just been born. The singular in ourselves refutes death, invents all we know of one another. *** This is a found poem created from the poem “Hope” by Lisel Mueller which I heard recently on The Writers Almanac. Continue reading Napowrimo 10/30: Hope Redux
Open Two Ways A house key lies behind the two-for-one drink special sign between the two of them, glowing in the candlelight, a welcome for lonely hearts or a question mark leaving the gate open for escape. *** No prompt today, just imagination. Happy writing! Continue reading NaPoWriMo 9/30: Open Two Ways
Stir the Roux When we’ve finished, I’ll turn off the quiet with the music of pot and spoon, metal on metal as flesh on flesh. Stir the roux. Whole peppers, onions, celery stalks I’ll chop into bits of Holy Trinity, the colors of contentment. Stir the Roux. You will be in that space between awareness and drift, the salt of your sweat settling into your skin. Stir the roux. As the gumbo simmers, we’ll watch the earth absorb the sun and the stars will mirror our eyes. Stir the roux. *** Prompt via NaPoWriMo.net: Write a poem using repetition. I … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 8/30: Stir the Roux
Six Views of the Bamboo (After Wallace Stevens) I. The gardner marvels at baby shoots as big as her arm. II. The naturalist enjoys the strength of the canes in the wind. III. The environmentalist appreciates its sustainability. IV. The squirrel is thankful for its nest-baring branches. V. The bird surveys the world from its sky-high peaks. VI. The bamboo sways and sighs. The bamboo just is. *** Prompt via napowrimo.net – “write a poem that looks at the same thing from various points of view.” Continue reading NaPoWriMo 6/30: Six Views of the Bamboo
Country Early summer is a curious child rubbing supple green leaves between her fingers, deeply inhaling spice from a rose, staring dead-on into a dragonfly’s eyes. Early summer is anticipation, rolling in soft pasture grass, purpling fingers with muscadine juice, searching the woods for a maypop vine. Early summer lives in my chest, spreads to my fingertips, ends up on this page. *** Prompt via NaPoWriMo.net: “Write a poem that is based in the natural world.” Continue reading NaPoWriMo 5/30: Country
Mornings sputtering, spitting bringing out the best in me steam bursting in air *** Prompt via NaPoWriMo.net: Write a poem with a word, idea, or line that isn’t expressed directly. I decided a haiku was in order today. Happy writing! Continue reading Napowrimo 4/30: Mornings
