Writing

2022 NaPoWriMo – Day 6 (Acrostic Poem)

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Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a variation of an acrostic poem.

One of my favorite poems is “How It Adds Up” by Tony Hoagland. Pulled a line from that poem for this prompt!

The keys click clack as I try to impress what I feel, like

footprints leaving a path, for

you to follow, if you

are so inclined, I am

leaving a line to this heart of mine.

2022 NaPoWriMo – Day 4 (Prompt)

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Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem in the form of a poetry prompt. 

  1. Find a quiet place,
  2. Meditate.
  3. As you breathe in, and words emerge,
  4. Rising from the depths of your bowels,
  5. Let them float away like bubbles,
  6. Fleetingly, without meaning.
  7. Catch the ones that POP.
  8. Slam them onto a blank piece of paper.
  9. Breathe out, find peace later.

Bursting

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I wish you knew me,

in my braless, hairy-legged body,

bursting, laughing, like a banshee,

in the streets, playing roller hockey,

knotted hair, face bare,

wearing hanging hand-me-downs and the sun on my shoulders,

before being molded, scolded and unfolded,

to be loved by anyone else.

Before I felt,

not good enough.

Tell me, would you still want this girl?

Would she still deserve the world?

NaPoWriMo Day 10: Junk Drawer Song

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I have Band-Aids to heal wounds from knives,
and should have thought twices,

I have alcohol wipes, to reduce the risk,
that anything sticks.

I have gauze, to wrap a wound,
of any cause, to include
burns, and bees, and
the clumsiness of me.

I have cold compresses, for hot messes,
or heating pads, for muscles mad.

I have pills to hold the hurt,
or curse words to let it burst,

But I have nothing,
nothing,
to heal,
the painful parts,
of my heart.

Nature Poems

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Reading some Mary Oliver poems have inspired a few poems out of me today. Love her poems and need to buy some of her books.

Morning

When I dare to wake up early,
still half asleep and groggy,
doubt ripples like the breaking sun—
What have I done?

Then—
the cardinal call tells,
the trees to rise like citadels,
and all the strange shadows,
repose,
into familiar things.
My slumbering dreams,

long forgotten,
as the world blossoms—
and everything seems possible.

Breeze 

I find solace,
in the way,
the wind whispers,
through the trees,
as if you,
are haunting,
me.

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NaPoWriMo – Day 11 (Flowers)

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Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem in which one or more flowers take on specific meanings. I happened to have written about sunflowers before, so had to use some of what I wrote for this prompt!

All I wanted were sunflowers to wake up to,
yellow the color of happiness,
and the way I felt about you,
to light up our dark and lonely rooms.
but you refused, refused, refused,
eager to see me lose,
the smile across my face,
keeping us trapped in this dying place.

Now I know,
Two lovers can grow apart,
Wild and free
And there is beauty in the truth that you don’t love  me.

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