Saturday, April 19, 2014

NaPoWriMo - Day 19, The interesting names of sea shells.

The Secrets in My Closet

A Peruvian Hat lies on the top shelf
back and to the left
right next to the Heavy Bonnet.

Once while overseas
walking the shore
we found Lazarus’s Jewel Box,
which is also on the top shelf
but back and to the right
next to the Ghastly Miter.

I saved small bits
we found here and there;
an Atlantic Turkey Wing,
Shoulderblade of a Sea Cat,
a Sparse Dove,
a False Cup-and-Saucer
and pieces of the moon.

But my favorite is the
Woody Canoebubble,
which is in the center
of that same high shelf.
I really need to put
them on display,
my treasures,
my shells.

Friday, April 18, 2014

NaPoWriMo - Write a Ruba'i

The Fickle Dance of the Seasons (A Ruba’i)

The weather is mistress to no one,
she flirts with the temperatures in great fun
dancing up and down the thermometer,
blowing kisses like a hussy on the run.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

NaPoWriMo - Write a poem with at least three of your five senses.

It’s Not What You Think

There is but the whispered kiss
against hot, damp skin…
the feeling of butterfly wings
brushing your brow
and the smell of sweat
filling your lungs
and the taste of salt
falling into the seam of your lips
as you step from the sauna

and into the falling snow.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

NaPoWriMo/PAD - Day 15 - Write a poem in terza rima/write a love or anti-love poem

The Unexpected Pause in Love

Wind whipped leaves danced in fiery circles
before finally falling silent
but she didn’t see the leaves, just life’s hurdles

as she slid down, overcome by violent
trembles, which shook the sobs right out of her.
After a bit, she stood and with strident

steps, she moved on with her life, not looking
back, closing the doors on memories
too painful… but some day she will be pulling

on those doors, reliving those memories.

Monday, April 14, 2014

NaPoWriMo Day 14 Prompt - A Poem of questions followed by one statement.

If I Were a Song

what song would I be?
Would the tune be slow and sad?
Or would the tune be happy?
Would I fall into the classical genre?
Perhaps country music is my home, no?
Well then, a bit of pop surely must be my place, yes?

Would the song focus on a feature?
An epic melody to my eyes?
Or perhaps the song would wax poetical
about my faded chocolate tresses,
highlighted with silver, yes? No?
Well then surely my smile would be the ticket, yes?

Or perhaps the song would encompass all of me;
every line, wrinkle, silver strand
and every personality flaw and strength
and this song would drop its notes
with every step I take,

weaving a melody in my wake. 

Sunday, April 13, 2014

NaPoWriMo Day 13 - Write a poem full of kennings.

The White Warrior

In the bay
she climbed upon her sea steed;
standing at the prow,
she called upon
the breaker of trees
to come forth
and give wings
to her canvas claws
and speed
to her oarsmen.

Golden chains
whipped about her
as the breaker of trees
sent them into the fray
upon the whale road.
She grabbed her silver screen
and her hammered steel
and yelling a battle cry
she led her men
into the hammered din.

Many drops
of battle sweat fell
before the last
enemy laid down
at her feet
and heaving
she sent them
all to the fire’s keep
for daring to pillage
her tribe’s domain.