Nature Poems

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)

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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NaPoWriMo – Day 9 (Concrete)

Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a “concrete” poem – a poem in which the lines and words are organized to take a shape that reflects in some way the theme of the poem. 

Hope.
Is like catnip on a rope.

It,
dangling,
swinging,
nearly being.

You,
wanting,
snatching,
almost catching.

But,
It.
Is.
Always.
In.
Someone.
Else’s.
Hands.

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NaPoWriMo – Day 7 (News)

Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem based on a news article. Between working and finishing up my last semester of grad school (!), I am falling behind. I am hoping to do two poems today and two tomorrow to catch up.

If I were to compare,
my tears,
to raindrops,
my eyes,
would stream molten iron,
like the skies,
of distant Wasp-76b—
hot and heavy,
but capable,
of being forged,
into something beautiful.

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NaPoWriMo – Day 6 (Bosch)

Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem from the point of view of one person/animal/thing from Hieronymous Bosch’s famous (and famously bizarre) triptych The Garden of Earthly Delights. Unfortunately, I am running out of time today so just going to have to keep it quick and simple!

In a land of magical beasts
and fantastical feats
of lore and legend,
I can only imagine
that being ordinary
becomes extraordinary.

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NaPoWriMo – Day 5 (Twenty Projects)

Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem using/doing all of the “Twenty Little Poetry Projects.” This was a good creative challenge! I came very close to not doing this today, but alas here is my poem.

Quieting White

Doubt is an avalanche,
burying you in mountains,
cracking cold, sweating sorrow,
quieting white,
like that time Dwight proposed in Yellowstone.

Doubt is tomorrow,
or maybe nothing at all, like the trees, in the fall, without their leaves,
Can you binge me?
Or does watching TV too close make you go blind—

Just give it time,
to show the slow signs of life,
like the cheetah gently after prey,
I’ll take your life away,
Dee, they’ll say, shaking heads.

I’m going to let you down,
A deniable truth, no excuse,
you will forget to remember me,
Arrividerci,
whispers the door,
just as the snow piles on more.

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NaPoWriMo – Day 4 (Dream)

Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem based on an image from a dream. This prompt excited me since I dream often, and have been working on lyrics based on an image from a dream I had! The image was of a man crying strings of rope (I know, weird). Anyway, here is the resulting poem.

My Tears Hang Like String

My tears hang like string from your face,
I tie them up so you can keep my pain.
And you’re sitting there, in your chair, signing SOS in the air
How’d we get here tonight?

You turn left, I turn right, I’m afraid we will never reunite.
It gets harder every time
My only hope is we can undo this end and find a new way to be friends again
Is it okay if I wait for that day?
Or does it make me too afraid?

Oh stranger, stranger can you still love me?
Even if we don’t know who I am?
Oh stranger, stranger will you ever come home?
Or am I to live this life alone?

It’s getting dark, you make a remark, that sounds like a cry
Why’d I? Why’d I? Why’d I?
I have no good reply.
But I want to hide in the past where you can find me, if you ever find yourself  hesitating,
you can always come back to me.

The pressure is getting thick, do I tell the truth to make this stick, or do I open the door
To let in one more lie?
I gotta tie this up tonight.

Why’d I? Why’d I? Why’d I?
Why’d I have to leave?
Why’d I have to believe there was something better for me?
Why’d I have to go?
And leave us all alone?

Oh stranger, stranger can you still love me?
Even if we don’t know who I am?
Oh stranger, stranger will you ever come home?
Or am I to live this life alone?
Or am I to live this life alone?

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