Sunday, April 21, 2013

Write a Valediction

I know, I know, I have a lot of catching up to do.  It's pretty sad that I just finished writing my attempt for Day 6 of NaPoWriMo, and it's now the 21st, but sometimes things just get in the way.  Mainly me, and that's a work in progress.  Maybe the challenge now will be to just catch the hell up!

Day 6 was to write a valediction.  This is a poem of farewell.  After days of thinking about what to write, I decided on winter, which is my least favorite season.  In fact, I hate winter.  I wanted to make it more cheery like in a 'hello spring' kind of way, but I think a 'greeting' prompt actually came up later on so maybe I'll save that idea.  Here's my attempt:


Without warning
my mind is hijacked,
gnarled fingers
wrap their frozen tips around
the bone deep ache inside.

Shiver against
long days, even longer nights.

Brilliant blue skies replaced
with gray mists, needle-like
in precision.  Sharp points of
awareness beneath
death's grip.

Rise against
right now.  Breathe.


Thursday, April 11, 2013

Sticky Things & Bad Endings

From Day 6 of PAD Challenge - write a post poem
*Another fun one, I wrote two for this prompt.

Sticky yellow squares
float in the air,
giving purpose
to what not to miss
with their good intent
of what you don't want to forget.

A day's worth of notes
and things you wrote
scribbled across
thoughts not lost
firmly held in place
just in case.


Hidden in ashes
a crumpled heap emerges
black and bruised,
limping blindly through
a cloud of smoke.

Consumed by her own
self-induced disaster
she chokes on
what could have been
and what's left.

Through the fog
an errant memory
pierces her heart.

He asks, "Would you?"

She closes her eyes
before she falls again
and, through the pain, says,
"Not even if you were the
last man on Earth
these things always end badly."

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Problem Not Solved

Day 5: PAD Challenge (write a plus poem).

Problem Not Solved

I'm nonplussed
by the ease
in which you divide
your heart,
subtract any decency,
and carry yourself
with less than the whole person
you could be
if you didn't equate
a lack of intimacy
with someone else's
borrowed time.
You degrade yourself,
making multiple errors
instead of getting to the root
of the problem.
You don't understand my quizzical stare?
Let me sum it up for you.
You're on a slippery slope,
unable to function.
Nothing you do adds up.


Lightly Seared on the Reality Grill

Colossal mistakes on a bed of regret
leave a bitter taste
speared by a forked tongue.
Wash down the fact
you're bound to run out of breath
when your fantasy
fades into nothingness.

Day 4 of NaPoWriMo.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Hold That Door

Writing every day, but sometimes these take days to work themselves out.  I'm slow!

Day 4 and filling in the blank.

Hold That Door

While I wage war
on this cracked concrete
of my resolve.

Hold it open

I'll step in
to gauge the distance
before we fall.

Hold on tight

So that we might
not trip over our
own defenses.

And these two hearts
clinging to hinges.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Day 6: Catching Up

Did I mention how much I love cinquains?  If not, let me just say yesterday's NaPoWriMo prompt was probably my favorite of all the prompts so far.  Most of them have really made me think (not that cinquains dont, 'cause they're tricky, just different), and it takes me a while to get going on them.

I wrote another one just now, and will catch up with today's prompts shortly.

When dawn
breaks through the room,
greeting us with
endless possibilities, my
heart wakes.

Friday, April 5, 2013


I totally love the prompt at NaPoWriMo today.  I could write these all day long.  Unfortunately most of my day was met with one craptastic event after another.  I was a little consumed with that, but here are a few cinquains (word and syllable-based) I managed to write:

Season, sunshine
Raining, blooming, warming
An upturned face smiles

Golf trip ensues
Swinging, chipping, driving
Bawdy jokes told while drinking beer

Within these walls
Sighing, laughing, crying
The echoes drowned out the silence

Quiet, clings
Stretching, bonding, trapping
covers up the wall

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Pants on Fire

I combined Poetic Asides Day 3 (write a tentative poem) with NaPoWriMo Day 2 (write a poem filled with lies).

Tentative truths pass through your lips

a heavy shift in silence follows
your eyes

always give you away

bending your fragile tale

under heavy scrutiny
your cheeks

flush crimson

and I watch

your nose


Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Day 2 (again)

Along with the Poem-A-Day Challenge at Poetic Asides, I'm going to attempt NaPoWriMo, and Camp NaNoWrimoA writing friend also told me about a poetry site I hadn't heard of before called Hello PoetryNot necessarily a challenge, but just another place to read/write poetry. 

I love poetry.  The way it makes me draw from life and pay attention to the words and images and the way they unfold.  Sometimes they turn out like smooth chocolate, other times it's like stepping on a rusty nail.  Either way, the process is the same.  I write.  I produce.  It's good for me.

As for the noveling, yesterday, when I was talking to my brother, he was planting some vegetables and different things.  It gave me an idea for a mystery for my Camp novel.  Funny how siblings can incite the need to plot murder and mayhem.  I shall work on all of these things and hopefully come out on the other side with lots of words, and maybe even something worth publishing.

Two-for-Tuesday:  (1) Write a bright poem, (2) Write a dark poem.

After Dark

Shadows show me the lines we draw
between right and wrong.
Black and white.
They linger long after the white hot heat
of our romance
to drown us in conscience filled dreams
that wake us, breathless, and wanting more.

April PAD: Day 2

Okay, I didn't get yesterday's poem written until today, but I'm catching up.  Here's my attempt at yesterday's prompt:

Write a new arrival poem

Red silken threads
weave a cloak
around my heart.
Milky white limbs
fold you in an embrace
I can only long for.
with their still sharp edges,
slide across my own skin,
and I wonder,
does she taste me on your lips?

P.S. Will be back with the prompt for today.

Monday, April 1, 2013

April 1st

It's that time again.  The April Poem-A-Day Challenge.  I look forward to it, settle into writing mode, and then it sneaks up on me and the day slips away something like this:

8:00 - Copy poetry prompt into notebook.

8:00-8:15 - Fuss at Youngest to hurry up.

8:25 - Drop Youngest and friends off at school.

8:30 - Trip to the bank.

8:40 - McDonald's for breakfast.

8:50 - Home to eat breakfast.

9:00 - Already feeling exhausted.  Check e-mail and goof around on Facebook.

9:00-whoknowshowlong - Blog hop.

12:30ish - Realize it's after noon, I hadn't even showered, and I still need to go to the store.

1:30 - Trip to the store.

2:00 - Back home again, and more goofing around. 

3:00 - Panic mode.  Try to focus on writing for the 20 minutes I have left 'til I head to the school again. 

3:20 - Still nothing written.  Slink out of the house with notebook and pen, feeling frustrated and ashamed already.

3:25 - At school.  Warm sun coming through windshield, slight breeze through open window.  It's a beautiful spring day!  Open notebook, get distracted by birds in the grass, close notebook, lean head back on seat and doze off instead.

4:00 - Home again.

4:30 - Boredom has officially set in.  Call my mother to share info on a book I found, but she isn't home so I spend too long talking to my brother.

5:30 - Time to start dinner.

6:00 - Announce to the husband and Youngest that today starts the April poem-a-day challenge.  Met with silence.

6:30-8:30 - Eat.  Clean kitchen.  Start laundry (I need a maid).  Play with iphone til I finally drag myself into the study.

9ish - In study to write. Volbeat playing in headphones.