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NaPoWriMo Day 5

Charlotte Hamrick

The Years Behind Life felt like a stepping stone on a never-ending journey, a succession of roadside attractions visited then forgotten. Lush green days decorated with minnowed creeks and rhubarb pied chins felt like forever, until it wasn’t. Gravity pulled, heavy as chains dragged through red clay. Unending hours surrounded by a leafy denseness, the world orbiting around an isolated center. Still, a flicker of hope for that pathway to starlight at the end of blue. * Prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow Image courtesy of Kerfe Roig Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 5

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NaPoWriMo Day 4

Charlotte Hamrick

Unseeable, Unheard Under the bridge river water swallows soil slowly relentlessly dispassionate steel sucks whispers and murmurs voices lost in the lapping of things not forgotten people come and go come and go release their heartbroken runes in the earth stroke sorrowful-eyed faces graffitied on concrete crouch low, be invisible let it all go * Prompt via Napowrimo.net Photo via @SpaceLiminalBot Today’s prompt was to write a poem inspired by an image on Space Liminal Bot. Although this image doesn’t seem to be of a bridge, it reminds me of the space under the bridge over the Mississippi near my … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 4

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NaPoWriMo Day 3

Charlotte Hamrick

Warrior He walks the garden path Moss, stone, stream Pauses at the apex of the bridge Fingers his inro its lacquered smoothness Rubs the netsuki thumb a perfect fit between the hare’s ears Stilled in silent contemplation of the turtle’s wisdom * Today I chose the ekphrastic prompt from The Wombwell Rainbow which I discovered via my poetry sister, Merril. Three beautiful artworks were displayed and I chose this drawing of a netsuki by Kerfe Roig, another poetry sister, as my prompt. Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 3

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NaPoWriMo Day 2

Charlotte Hamrick

Resisting a Steel Tsunami The cloud of her hair settling in a window, the cold blue of her eyes in the Mississippi heat, a guttural rumbling fading in the sleepy noise of small town life. She was a military brat and I was a transplant from parts all over in this town where almost everyone else had been born and raised. I didn’t even ask where her ticket would take her. For months after I thought of her every day, wondered if she was living the freedom she was seeking or trapped but too proud to call for help. I … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 2