NaPoWriMo Day 12

Froth & Feathers Remember how the mist fell, a veil floating from the sky’s crown, the sea reaching up, up, up – a meeting of waters? You said There is no horizon, no distance, only the here and now. And it was true, the sea and the air mingling, salt and oxygen drifting into our faces as we watched under our tent, the canvas billowing like lungs after a hard run. A deserted beach save for scuttling hermit crabs, frothy waves fingering the shoreline, and mournful echoes of sea birds, ghostly bits of ectoplasm winging by. Time stood still for … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 12

NaPoWriMo Day 10

Palm tree trembles and sways beats wild music near my window while I clutch my quilt to my chin * I didn’t follow a prompt today because I’ve been busy with other things. We had storms last night into the early morning. I was awakened at 5:30 by a very high wind that was thrashing the palm tree outside my window. Hence, my haiku-like verse today. The two palms in the photo were blowing on this day, too, but not like the one outside my bedroom window. Happy Saturday, all! Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 10

NaPoWriMo Day 9

Jazz Club 1928 She surprises him taking the stage her slender fingers skipping over the keys little birds frolicking in springtime She pumps the petal like a trucker on a long distance haul, committed Her long legs daring convention in chiffon trousers, beaded bodice flashing danger & delight with every move He gazes down as she plays this woman, this wonder, in this moment he knows he will never possess her * Prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow Art by Kerfe Roig Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 9

NaPoWriMo Day 8

It is what it is Years flow together waiting for a thing to begin. After creamy, spicy, salty mouthfuls were swallowed, the Avocado seed waited on the window sill in a glass of water, gestating. The parallels of our existence didn’t go unnoticed. Waiting was our life, waiting for our hormones to get things done, for a bit of matter to make itself known. Deep within us nothing moved while the world around us continued to turn. Other plants grew and greened, other children cried and crawled, but we stayed inwardly still, while outwardly in motion. One day, I let … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 8

NaPoWriMo Day 6

Down the Road She sits on the pier, bare toes dangling just below the water’s surface, denim fringe like blue anemones circling her thighs where his gaze rests. She is a lonely fourteen. He is a handsome twenty-one. A sudden summer breeze blows her blonde hair into a halo around her head, thunderclouds gather on the horizon like a premonition. He captures a tendril between his fingers, soft and yielding. Smiles. In one graceful movement she rises, walks away trailing a scent of Love’s Baby Soft – all he’ll ever have of her. * Prompt via Napowrimo.net : “Go to … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 6

NaPoWriMo Day 5

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

NaPoWriMo Day 4

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

NaPoWriMo Day 3

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