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Day 4 – Unfocused,

let the layers fall away,
through the world goes our gaze,
penetrating film and cell alike,
and to the onion say we, dry
your eyes lest candles ignite,
sudden through deep midnight.
Impossible diamonds cascade
and, though we grasp, dreams fade.

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Never look at your phone in the middle of the night. Never. I had a dream, and the minute that screen blinded me, I forgot it. 😦

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Un-blinking – Day 2

Today, instead of blinking,
I closed my eyes, and then briefly opened them.
Snapshots of this new-bloomed world
captured, they remain.

Quick beauty in the drifting dogwood.
Daffodil flashing to my right.
The bright above of a high blue sky,
a frantic flutter of young yellow wings.

Though, isn’t that just Spring?
A burst of sudden life and color,
the beauty of joy in youth,
the first steps in a dance of creation…

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This poem feels unfinished because it is, and because that’s the point. Happy Spring!

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Poetry is hard, but fun – Day 30

Today, there’s an excess of
mashed potato clouds.
The curve of sky is smooth
stretching away like a cat
into a ray of sunshine.
This interrupted wall is –
like a shallow tidepool,
sand and shy coquinas hidden
between my toes. Alone
in a crowd is worse
By far
than alone with a book.
One is lonely,
the other lovely.
Collecting words, like seashells
takes time, and patience too.
Handing them back to the paper
drains like a leaky tub,
slowly and loudly,
all subtlety lost, no nonsense left
for melded metaphors or
soft similes.


I’m going to spend the next month just reading books and poetry. I’m all out of words and this poem proves it. Good thing it’s the end of the month, I’m tuckered out. Good job anyone who participated! Go us! This is always a fun month for reading good poetry and meeting cool people. I hope you’ve enjoyed my (rather lame) attempts at poetry. In other news, I won Camp NaNoWriMo!! Ended the month with about 32k words and a more cohesive story than I had before, which is reassuring. I think I’ll just leave this here….
Camp nanowrimo badge!

Have a lovely year, see you next April! 😀

 

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Fancy term for “No more burgers” – Day 28

Hamburgers
Twisted me up inside like a
radioactive pretzel. Funny
it all looks the same
coming back up.
How may I preserve you,
like a side of plastic too?
What do you think?
I’d desire but deny a few minutes of comfort,
rather than ache and burn for days.
Lacto-ovo-pesce-vegetarianism
was the best decision I ever made.


People were eating burgers and fries the other day, and I had a salad. I miss that lovely, greasy comfort food, but I don’t miss how sick it made me. At least I can still eat cheese and chocolate! Anyway, semi-gross off topic poems are fun sometimes, so enjoy xD

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Looking Back – Day 27

On a Thanksgiving trip to New York,
taking boring boat tours and amateur pictures.
Grey skies, grey water, green lady,
cold rain, cold wind, cold city.
I see the backs of old friends’ heads,
wonder who we were then.
Red jackets were how we found each other,
that background bridge is very dirty.
Someone won’t smile,
someone else takes the picture anyway.

Central Park in Fall, barren and grey,
a green light saber the only flash of color.
Buildings loom in the distance,
but we’re safe in the haven.
Is that old man reading a book to a duck?
White horses with dead eyes
clip past us while a fellow tourist stares.
Yes, we are two-hundred strong,
wearing our red coats proudly, staring back at you.
The old façade is not flat enough for the rest of the city,
too many gargoyles, not enough chrome.

Empire State, surrounded by glass and wind.
Is this what it is to fly?
If I reached up, stood on my toes,
would I touch the sky?
Those people look like ants from here,
that’s a long way to fall.
I can see the park down there,
those trees are smaller than we thought.
We’ve pressed up the clouds into frazzled white pancakes
Do you suppose it’ll be clear tomorrow?

Good food at four in the morning.
Today’s the day, line up!
It’s so cold, can’t feel my fingers,
the music and marching will help.
Relax, kids, smile and wave,
you’re in a parade, have fun.
Miles later, step off the stage,
legs shaking, sweat dripping, good job.
That was awesome.

Party time, the floor is moving.
Blurred orange lights and misty black waters.
It’s cold, but we huddle and share warmth.
The lady at night is magnificent,
though rain obscures the lens.
There’s the food,
there’s the Christmas tree,
there’s the sock?
Echoes of laughter, sepia tone,
smear the colors, smile for the camera.
Tomorrow, we go home.


Inspired by the Poetic Asides blog prompt to write a “looking back” poem, and also by some old pictures I found, taken when I went to NYC with my marching band to march in the Thanksgiving Day Parade. Enjoy the memories 🙂

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Backyard voices – Day 26

What does the bumbling bee say?
“busy-busy-busy – Flower – busy-busy-busy…”

What does the quick chickadee say?
“I-am-free! Oh-but-won’t-you-watch-me!”

And the flitting tufted flirt, what does she sing?
“Who-are-we? Who-are-we!”

Little brown chipmunk chatters?
“Hide-in-the-leaves-and-fill-cheeks-with-seed!”

What does the line of black ants say, marching on their way?
“Follow-the-leader. Don’t-get-squashed.”

And a distant dove, sadly says to me?
“Who-do…you…yearn…for…”

But the wind in the trees, stirring the leaves, soothes
“Shush, hush…slow, easy, though you yearn,
have no worries, have no cares, rest…hush, shush…”


This poem is somewhat inspired by the Napo blog prompt to write a persona poem, and also inspired while catching up on my novel’s word count in the back yard. Isn’t it nice when poetry, prose, and nature work together like that? Enjoy 😀

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Sea Bean – Day 25

What could a sea bean be?
If we could crack it open, what would we see?
But no, then we would know,
and there would no longer be the mystery.

What good is an answer, when the question is so much better?
What fun in simply knowing a thing, when the wondering,
the searching and daydreaming possibilities is by far more satisfying.
If the object is unknown, then it can be anything.

What if it’s from Australia, and holds within it
a bizarre and deadly spider?
What if it’s an alien ship filled with creatures the size of an ant
from a planet millions of light years away?
What if it contains an elixir that will grant eternal life
but only to those worthy to open it?
What if it’s the seed of an ancient primordial forest that, if planted,
would cover the earth in trees which could not be cut down?
What if it’s a dragon’s egg, or a phoenix’s ashes?
What if it’s the secret of death?
What if it’s the secret to love?


Ugh, the ending bothers me, but hey, there it is. Inspired by the Poetic Asides prompt to write an “across the sea” poem. Enjoy xD

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