NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Two – ‘Among the Stars in Her Anger’

Day Twenty-two of NaPoWriNo challenged us to write a poem using a provided statement of something impossible. I hope you all enjoy!

‘Among the Stars in Her Anger’

Like a short circuit professor spouting endless things
My grandma once told me, “The stars could
Rearrange themselves in the sky at whim.
They could, and they would, abandon worthless things-
Reality, each other, our hopes and dreams.
We are nothing in the eyes of bigger things.
Who cares what the church sings about,
Who cares what little things cause doubt.
The whole universe will leave you behind.”

She took drags from her pipe, ate the sweets
Her doctor told her to deny, and when she died,
When her mind finally, of all things to go,
Slipped beyond into it’s final bruised sunset
With it’s slowly arriving stars, I looked up and saw
Them being pushed around in her anger because
“This was not the way I wanted to go.”

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NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-One – ‘Narcissus’

The prompt for Day 21 was to write a poem based on the myth of Narcissus. Surprisingly this was harder to write than I had imagined, it actually put me a little behind in getting caught up. I’ve got multiple versions of it, but the mood all seemed wrong. Anyway, here it is! (Below the poem I also have an update on my latest publishing project.)

 

‘Narcissus’

They told him to settle
His petaled heart for dill,
Anise, Cumin, earthy herbs
That work, work hard and well
But lack beauty.

His family was a bouquet of Daffodils
What more did you expect, he was born
Able to love himself above everything else-
Yet still pinned helplessly at his reflection.

We are told love yourself, but settle
For Johns, Daniels, Adams or any
Man with a ring, find an earthy home,
But keep your eyes on the mirror.

 

If you like my writing please check out my book Moth-Like. It can be bought on Amazon here for $6.99. I also just published a chapbook through Amazon, Simple Acrostics of Silly Desperation, which was a fun little project I did while playing with the acrostic form. I like the freedom my current style provides, but original I wrote with a strict-ish form and rhyme. I like the challenge. I’m pretty proud with how a lot of the pieces in this chapbook came out too. Originally, I was going to have it finished before my big move, by life happened and I had to put it to the side. It out now though with all unpublished poems except one and that’s ‘Tea Time’ from earlier in the month – I just couldn’t help myself. In the process of revision I also re-designed the cover for Moth-Like. Anyway, thank you for your time! I hope you all have a lovely day!

GloPoWriMo – Day Twenty – ‘A Dirty Little Thought’

For day twenty we were given the prompt to write with rebellion in mind, I chose to rebel against my style and comfort – I do not usual write or prefer to write very short poems.

‘A Dirty Little Thought’

A modern day heart break
Is when your heart can’t break.
You’ve got apathetic eyes to see,
Can’t even be bothered to love
The person you want to be.

 

 

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GloPoWriMo – Day Nineteen – ‘Get Gone and Back Home’

Day nineteen challenged us to write a poem via word banks and/or word erasure methods. I chose to use directions from one home to another.

‘Get Gone and Back Home’

Open my bedroom door
Make a left down the hallway
To the little living room.
Upon reaching the front door
Step out and on to little porch
Go forward, leave the yard,
Hit the road and make a right.
Keep going straight, up the hill,
Past the red brick church at the end
Of the road, make another right
Eventually you’ll run right into Charlotte.
Keep going forward, eventually you’ll leave.
At some point you’ll hit the state line
I suggest crossing it into Tennessee.
Drive for a few hours, drive for twelve hours,
Get yourself to Arkansas,
Get gone and back home.

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GloPoWriMo – Day Seventeen – ‘And He Did, Twice’

The prompt for day seventeen was to write a poem that retells a family anecdote. This is a funny little story about my grandfather and the type of man he is…

‘And He Did, Twice’

There is a road
A hundred and seventy-six
Miles long, no gas station stops,
Just the car, the plains, the mountains
Steadily running through the back end
Of empty Oregon farm land and forest.

My grandfather loves a challenge,
Or he’s just dumb,
My grandmother has no problem telling you,
Because not once, but three different times
He turned down that road willingly with half a tank
Swearing he could make it.

 

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GloPoWriMo – Day Sixteen – ‘Power Outage’

The days just keep slipping past me. Day sixteen for GloPoWriMo prompted a poem that features the idea of play.

‘Power Outage’

The power went out
When the storm came in,
So we rounded up the chairs,
Pulled out the table and cards.
We made due with what we had,
What little light there was to play.

It was a game and then it
Was more, two games, three games
Best ten out of twenty, dice rolled
Cards counted, points or no points,
It didn’t matter but it did.
The storm stopped but we didn’t
The lights were still out by 8 PM.

 

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GloPoWriMo – Day Fourteen – ‘You Dreamed of a Rowboat’

For day fourteen the prompt was to write a fake dream dictionary entry for a set of nouns. I picked rowboat because, well, why not.

‘You Dreamed of A Rowboat’

Rowboat

To dream you are in a rowboat symbolize
You are feeling stuck on top of a body of your emotions,
Rowing above them you cannot escape, the waves
Will try and dictate your actions, you can only
Push and pull yourself along in attempt to leave,
Finding reason and land. If you dream you are on the sea
There is very little you can do but drown.
If you are beached on land, yet sit rowing regardless,
Then maybe you ought to drown.

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GloPoWriMo – Day Thirteen – ‘Milk’

The prompt for day thirteen of GloPoWriMo was to write a poem in which you turn a common phrase or idiom on its head.

‘Milk’

Don’t cry over split milk,
But do bitch over it instead.
It’s therapeutic and only natural
-The world is full of woe and trouble
And we can’t ever fix it all, but
We can bitch about split milk
As we watch the cup begin to fall.

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GloPoWriMo – Day Twelve – ‘The Yoshino Cherry Tree’

The prompt for day twelve of GloPoWriMo was to write a haibun about the natural landscape in the place I live. Prior to writing this I honestly didn’t know what the tree was called, but google saved the day.

 

‘The Yoshino Cherry Tree’

The nights are still cool, though most of the local flowers have bloomed. The spring storms have pasted early, and soon we found ourselves walking every night up the hill to the church. There are trees full of flowers despite their age all down the street and up the thick grassy hill to the little red bricked building. I don’t know their names but I always see

White flowers bursting
Under the street lamps, tonight
The trees glow hallowed.

The nights are almost perfect for sitting in the pavilion – to talk outside of the house, not walling ourselves in anymore. Sitting tranquil beside family and friends, something else sits with us unnamed and wildly content. In time though we stand up and go back down the hill to home, alone.

 

 

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GloPoWriMo – Day Eleven – ‘Late for Tomorrow’

Day eleven of GloPoWriMo had the prompt to write a poem that addresses the future.

‘Late For Tomorrow’

Look, I wrote this poem late
Waiting to address a tomorrow
That never really managed to come.

I woke up to three different days
Thinking today I will lay down the pen
And my foot – I will conquer my future
With first my thoughts and then actions!

Except everyday I kept hitting snooze on my alarm
Until it was three clock, and by then I was hungry
With an empty mind as to what I might want to eat.

By the time I’d scoured up something to snack on
Dinner time was hovering above me and
I had to commit to a full meal, at least one for the day.

Eventually, hours later, I got settled, got the paper, the pens,
My computer turned on with soft indie rock playing.
Everything was set, but the cat couldn’t get comfortable

In my lap and so he sat on my bed and yelled,
Until finally I joined him in watching tv while he dozed,
As cats will do, in the square middle of my chest.
I wanted to write something as deep as I was late

To writing this, but I guess the best thing I can now say is
Sometimes days you try and some days you win,
But either way we all end up living day to day,
And sometimes I wake up already late for tomorrow.

 

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