Wednesday, April 23, 2014

NaPoWriMo - Day 23 - Find a poem in a language you don't know, translate to English based on the look of the words and the sounds.

Here are a few lines from a poem by Ingrid Storholmen
Kan du folde 
meg ut 
ja som blomst
som sommer

Blomstene er så forskjellige
Du kaller meg fortellinger
My Poor Translation:
Can you fold
me out
yes some blooms
some summer

Flowers or say fork jelly
You call me fortuneteller

Monday, April 21, 2014

NaPoWriMo - Day 21 - Write a "New York School" poem.

Flying Free

To be young
and full of mischief -
sneak aboard a plane,
leave it all behind
everyone else to blame.

To fly unconscious…
how often we wished we could
but to fly within a wheel well?
At 38,000 feet!
He’s lucky to be alive,
all I can think, “he survived?”

Hashtag life not death
perhaps appears upon a thread
of a teen’s misadventures
of the living
so glad you are not dead.
Hashtag flying free.

NaPoWriMo - Day 20 - Write a poem in the voice of a family member

her problem right now
what to wish on the first star -
pony or a dog

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.