Thursday, April 30, 2020

NaPoWriMo--DAY THIRTY!

NaPoWriMo PROMPT: Our final (optional) prompt! In some past years, I’ve challenged you to write a poem of farewell for our thirtieth day, but this year, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something that returns. For, just as the swallows come back to Capistrano each year, NaPoWriMo will ride again!


But… 

After an unfortunate haircut 
I took solace in realizing 
My hair would return. 
And there is comfort in knowing 
The months of snow will go, 
The days of will rain end, 
The mud will dry, 
The screeching birds 
Outside my window 
When I want to sleep 
Will finally take a break. 
But 
What if, like my Barbie’s hair, 
They didn’t come back?

Wednesday, April 29, 2020

NaPoWriMo--DAY TWENTY NINE

NaPoWriMo PROMPT: Write a paean to the stalwart hero of your household: your pet. Sing high your praises and tell the tale of Kitty McFluffleface’s ascension of Mt. Couch. Let us hear how your intrepid doggo bravely answers the call to adventure whenever the leash jingles.


Bingo
  
Bingo the black and white collie 
Could smile with a grin that was jolly. 
When there wasn’t a herd 
He’d round up the birds. 
When they flew off he’d laugh at his folly. 



Tuesday, April 28, 2020

NaPoWriMo--DAY TWENTY EIGHT

NaPoWriMo PROMPT: Today’s (optional) prompt is brought to us by the Emily Dickinson Museum. First, read this brief reminiscence:  Martha Dickinson Bianchi’s description of her aunt Emily’s cozy room, scented with hyacinths and a crackling stove, warmly recalls the setting decades later. Describe a bedroom from your past in a series of descriptive paragraphs or a poem. 



The Best Bedroom Ever


A tent on a sandy beach 
Of the Salmon River. 
Resting on cots. 
No need for covers. 
Night so warm, 
Rain fly is open. 
Screen keeps out bugs 
But lets in the stars. 
A breath of sage 
And evergreen 
Floats on the dark. 
Far from all sound 
But the grumble 
Of rolling water. 
A vision of the day 
Still sighs through the mind.