Saturday, 30 April 2022

NaPoWRiMo 2022 - Day 30

 April 30, 2022 - write a cento. This is a poem that is made up of lines taken from other poems. 

Unbearable Weight 

Love is just the retaliation of light
That filled up the evening
The sky a copper pot blackened, picked clean of puchero

Love me in the lightest part
I told him as we kissed

The morning shadows wear away,
a bit more battered than before, a bit less joy
Remains of cement fall
I broke it in half as a decent sacrifice.
Should have known to leave well enough alone;

I tell him I will try to fall out of
love with the hands wide open, love
In ways we could never
together; each alone, content, and free
over for another year
the ache of marriage

Thanks to:
Claustrophilia BY ALICE FULTON
A Lecture upon the Shadow BY JOHN DONNE
Chronic BY D. A. POWELL
Night Magic (Blue Jester) BY LORNA DEE CERVANTES
Another Insane Devotion  BY GERALD STERN
Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another BY JAN HELLER LEVI
To have without holding BY MARGE PIERCY
Did It Ever Occur to You That Maybe You’re Falling in Love? BY AILISH HOPPER
Conversation with Slugs and Sarah  BY JENNIFER CHANG
The Ache of Marriage BY DENISE LEVERTOV

Friday, 29 April 2022

NaPoWriMo 2022 - Day 29

 April 29, 2022 - write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth.

Life's Blood

My blood, 
gifted by ancestors
is water
flowing through my veins

I'm drawn to it
mesmerized and spellbound
I've watched oceans
    for endless hours
paddled rivers
and baptized myself 
    in mountain lakes

I feel inexplicably tied
to the sound
    the taste
        the feel
of rain
as it soaks my skin
purifying me over and over

Water is life life

Thursday, 28 April 2022

NaPoWriMo 2022 - Day 28

 April 28, 2022 - write a concrete poem. In brief, a concrete poem is one in which the lines are shaped in a way that mimics the topic of the poem.

                 The cat

           it                    is
        a ball             of love
    of fur and    purr and blur
  and endless  whirr - she plays
 with all  things  line  and twine
 ignores  the  ones  designed  for 
felines - disdain  her second name 
she loves the sun and hates the rain
  her food is wrong - she tells me 
      with  song -  a  wail, a cry
           a mournful  throng

*FYI this was really hard to do which is why it is so short

NaPoWriMo 2022 - Day 27

 April 27, 2022 - write a “duplex.” A “duplex” is a variation on the sonnet, developed by the poet Jericho Brown. Like a typical sonnet, a duplex has fourteen lines. It’s organized into seven, two-line stanzas.


The rush of life as we near its end
Our youthful dreams seem to descend

Dreams of youth now fill my nights
Those carefree days of fields and kites

We'd roam those fields at summer's close
while grieving autumn's highs and lows

A grief unanswered as a child
Meaningless to the young and wild

And yet the wildness goes untamed
By youth refusing to be shamed

For shame means more to those who try
and fail. On knees we pray and cry

The tears we cannot comprehend 
The rush of life as we near its end

NaPoWriMo 2022 - Day 26

 April 26, 2022 - write a poem that contains at least one of a different kind of simile – an epic simile. Off script again today.


As I gaze into the flames
I will the future to show itself
the door remains locked
the key elsewhere, 
    hidden and unreachable
I cannot find it

I tear myself away
    scared of what I will find
if I stare too long
scared it will swing open
scared it will remain closed
both leave choices - forks in the road
no grey areas
no turning back
no regrets

And so I must be content
to watch the flames die
and with it, my hope - at least for now
but I know another day
    another fire will light

Tuesday, 26 April 2022

NaPoWriMo 2022 - Day 25

 April 25, 2022 - write a poem that recounts a dream or vision, and in which a woman appears who represents or reflects the area in which you live.

Mama Red

She appeared
seemingly overnight
        and moving deceptively fast
She storms in 
and sweeps away 
anything not secured
Swirling brown angry waters
hide hidden currents
    buried resentment
    at her disturbed rest
Last week
she meandered lazily
tossing ice flows
She's not happy
    to have been suddenly woken

We keep away
until the worst recedes.

(*I feel as if I've written too many poems about the weather this month but it's been a pretty rough winter and this makes it an easy subject :)

Monday, 25 April 2022

NaPoWriMo 2022 - Day 24

 April 24, 2022 - write a poem in which you describe something with a hard-boiled simile.

Darn you Winter

The snow blew around
like Mother Nature had decided to dust a cake
with icing sugar
but slipped and sneezed at the same time
It swirled and stuck
and turned puddles 
into oozing thick slush
just dep enough to fill your shoes
The trees waved their branches
like friends saving you a seat
at a busy concert
trying to get your attention
across the screaming crowd
Winter has been relentless
and darn right harsh