NaPoWriMo 2015: Day 05

today's prompt was something to do with playing with Emily Dickinson's poetry.. but rather than using her words entirely as suggested and adding to them, I thought I'd start with 'because I could not stop for death' but with a modern angle, and go from there. As usual, it's crap but I'm trying. ;)

#5 Death Comes to Visit

Because I could not stop for death,
he kindly stopped for me.
He picked me up in his shiny
Prius, and purred on to Destiny..
He took me to the movies
and then to a musical show..
another night to dinner,
candles all aglow.
He took his time slowly,
telling me he could wait.
"Patience is a virtue, Dear..
when your time comes,
you'll never be late."


There's a time and place for everything.
much fun to be made,
and friendships to be had..
and the slow pain in the joints
doesn't mean anything truely bad.
and when he dropped me off,
he kissed my hand at the door..
for he had others yet to see.
despite it not being my time,
he'd be back.. eventually.

NaPoWriMo 2015: Day 04

#4 chocolate rabbits

shiny gold,
delicious good.
hollow-not
but creme-filled.
savor
words and lovely,
kind and sweet.
different
and bright,
all individual
inside, if not out.
crafty,
lovely,
smart
and super cool.
goddess good,
rounding out..
smiling bright,
pleasant,
playful,
joyful singing..
super special..
lord of rings,
favorites all
best time spent..
gone the holiday.
never-mind.
words are meaningless,
go deeper yet.

today's prompt: not a love poem..

NaPoWriMo 2015: Day 03

today's prompt is a fourteener.. no particular amount of lines but has to have fourteen sylables in each line. I'm lucky if I can come up with any sort of stuff for this.. for me the excercise is in trying to create something each day... trying to keep it simple. So instead you get a poem about squirrels. ;)


fourteen squirrels
fat as can be
run up and down and jump into a tree
fourteen squirrels
making life a misery..
fourteen squirrels.
OK..
maybe it was three..




fourteen squirrels on the Silver Jubilee bench keeping readers at bay

NaPoWriMo 2015: Day 02

day 2 prompt is something about stars or constellations.. I never do things the way people expect me to. so I'll just do what popped it my head today.. obviously it needs work, but I don't think that is the point of these exercises..


#2 Moving Night


the stars never feel
the same
when moving through
the night.

I stand between the frosted hills
of the Grapevine..
South I know there's a pool of
friends and good times.
I can hear the noise of the LA
that exists
in my own experience
and the energy
that waits.

Toward the North, the valley
spreads out before me, in darkened
shadow and chill..
the dust of lights far away,
and a calm serenity alight.

we fill the tank
of the rental
grabbing some caffeine and chips
and we keep moving
onward..

there's a joy
in what is to come
and a sadness in what
is left behind.
Regardless of where we go,
the choices are what we make.

NaPoWriMo 2015: Day 01

Na po' what? National Poetry Writing Month..(here's their about page) a cousin of the nanowrimo.. (national novel writing month, which is in November!) The idea for this is 30 poems in 30 days in April.. well, that's something to blog about I suppose.. Can I do it?? I don't know if anyone can handle 30 days of #badpoetry hmmmm.. I don't know if I can come up with 30 days of #badpoetry but I guess I could try.. I'm already a day behind..

Yesterday's prompt was "to write a poem that involves describing something in terms of what it is not, or not like." While one probably doesn't have to do the prompt.. I'll go ahead & start it out with some word that pops in my head on my morning walks..






#1
The Doorstop

you thing
along the road forgot.
you thing
wasted, alone but not
remembered until
wanted and then
sought.
behind the door.
along the hall.
in the corner.
desired, then not.
keep in a drawer,
a bucket,
a closet,
nearby but not needed
not necessary til then
you are.. then not.
a brick.
a shoe.
a chair.
a block of wood.
a wedge, but only if
bought.. otherwise
refuse randomly accepted.
keep the door open.

The Kindest Heart

on what would have been your birthday.. Honorary Uncle



the kindest heart
i have known
beyond measure
has walked the earth
and then has gone..
father/ uncle/ mentor..
gift.
priest.
poet.
word scribe..
Wanderer.
answering doubt with hope
and love
and kind.
the kindest heart
fostered minds
fathering generations
beyond what
you may know..
readers/ writers/ adventurers
inspirer.
gift.
love.
lived.
endowed us all with
will
to truely live.
to give.
to become..
to trust
to know.
the kindest heart
I'll ever know.
who would have you
love
hope
be kind
and know joy..


and was mine
(ours..)


of all the questions I should have asked was "What do I do when I have questions I can no longer ask you?"

there is a place

there is a space
a room in my heart
left empty by you..
i fill it with books
and memories..
i cover it in bandages
with the purrs
of a cat
who sits over that hole
fills it with love
'til he jumps off
to the next thing.
there is a hole
i fill with random thoughts
and gestures
and hope
all fleeting
like the clouds..
the fog that rolls in off the hills
across the bay
lost to drowning..
poisoned by sorrow
there is that emptiness
left and never filled
for long longing.