Tell me
who you hate
and I will tell you
what you fear
NaPoWriMo
NaPoWriMo #11
Is one closer to God
when standing on the roof?
Then how about
on the top floor of
a sky scraper?
Is that why the rich
live in penthouse apartments?
Have they bought
modern-day indulgences
or do they just want
to look down on
the rest of us?
NaPoWriMo #1
Spring is here
officially
Unofficially, tiny snow flakes
are dancing through
gunmetal gray skies
as if to taunt us
Last fall’s
dead leaves are
exposed like dirty socks and secrets
I go to the back of the closet
to get my winter coat
Happy Spring, suckers –
April Fools!
April is the cruelest month, and also National Poetry month. So in honor of that I will post a poem each day of the month. I should probably be linked to some helpful site that encourages this and gives writing topics, but I’m just not well organized enough to have thought about that. So, let the adventure begin.
30
The soft
spring breeze
saunters
through the screen door
as though it knew
how we longed for it
dreamed of it
in our winter hearts
It whispers
of warm, green days
of dirt and sprouting seeds
as it carries April away
29
See all the daytime people
under the pitiless, paper sun
hurried, harried, important and empty
Running rabbits
racing rats
trying to
get it all
done
25
I hold the disk of the moon
under my tongue
and count to one hundred
I feel it dissolve
as the silvery coolness
slips down my throat
curls in my belly
I swallow the moon
then keep her wisdom
in my blood
under my skin
no one knows
but they can see
I am radiant
You might want to take a peek at Verse Escape.
24
Pride sits
on a broken throne
in its hands, a tiny
shiny blue alphabet
Pride howls
alone on its throne
in the wee
hours full of bluster and bite
Pride clings
to its slippery throne
ringed by
angry fires
listening to the fiddler
Another for National Poetry Month, the subject is from Real Toads, where they suggested we write about the seven vices or virtues.
