Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Inside the Desert of Me - NaPoWriMo

Inside the Desert of Me
I have scales like a fish
Or maybe more like an iguana
Or a Gila monster, even.
Too arid to be aquatic, I guess.
The landscape of my skin is a desert.
Definitely too dry for a fish.
My scales are red.
Sometimes pink-ish, I suppose.
When I try to flick them off,
Smooth things out,
Catch a loose edge and tug,
They multiply and expand instead.
One becomes two, small becomes large.
The temptation is real.
My fingers itch.
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Springtide - NaPoWriMo

Springtide
The cold of spring almost feels colder
After the warming vernal season has made me bolder
About stepping out with exposed skin
Thinking it will be temperate again.
Only to find all grey and chill
Even the dandelions wrapped up and hiding until
The afternoon sun finally works up some heat
That most excuisite springtide treat
Which yet reminds me of April being just a start
Just one first tentative part
In the cyclic, rhythmic, spinning dance
Of this timeless universal romance.
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Good Medicine - NaPoWriMo


Good Medicine
Submerged (and light) up past my heart
In a swirling, whirling, fractal current 
Of a shiny green river rolling cold and clean 
Down from the mountains and away
Far away.
But here in this place, in this space
--Under mountain skyline and dome of blue heavens--
First splicing, weaving, linking
With the heat from deep within
My Mother (Earth)
Where her nectar rises to meet me
To envelop and hold me
Like any good Mother.
Soothing my soul with good medicine.
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

The Animal Lover - NaPoWriMo

The Animal Lover
I used to absorb countless hours of
Animal Planet,
Discovery Channel,
PBS,
Anything with animals.
I recall being banned from it,
For a time.
The brutality of wild dogs at play
Left me a sobbing hysterical mess
And my mom said, "Enough. This is clearly too much for you."
There were orphaned birds
In makeshift, shoebox sickrooms.
Followed by miniature graveside services.
(And subsequent exhumations, in the name of scientific curisosity.)
I never knew who to root for:
The vole or the fox?
The lion or gazelle?
I wanted both to win.
(Never thinking once about the chicken on my plate)

There were stray kittens brought home
And parents to be convinced.
One dog at a time
          --Jake, Herbie, Peppy--
But always a multitude of cats
          --Holly, Chin-Chin, Cricket, Cleo, Toby, Pip--
And tiny critters galore from mice to hamsters
And even one illicit albino, hairless rat
          --Piper Maru--
(Who, incidentally, felt like a warm, ripe peach in my hand.)
Purchased and snuck into my bedroom while Mom was at work
The Pet Store was basically the best hang out in town
I remember watching them feed the snakes
With horrified, compelling fascination.
Thankful my pets ate dried kibble.
(Never thinking about what that was made from.)

I admire ecology more with each year passing
Our harmoniously horrible, perfect wheel of life
Wherein the wolf starts to consume
While the elk still breathes her last breath
Wherein the nurse tree dies
As seedlings reach for the sun
It isn't always easy for me.
And I struggle --sometimes-- with my place
In this circle going 'round.
Nature isn't always kind and gentle.
Is it fantasy to think that I must be?
Sometimes I say that I must have once been a bird
In another life
Or that maybe I'll be one next.
And I am only half kidding.
There is something that flutters in my chest.
That makes me think I used to wear feathers
And wind.
It will be simpler then, too.
Without so much to think about.
(Or never think about, for that matter.)
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

April in April - NaPoWriMo

April in April
Yes!
Yes, please.
Let's run away for a weekend
To soak in Mother's sacred water
And fill our ears with sweet melodies.
My heart leaps to go.
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

What We Will - NaPoWriMo

What We Will
Aspire.
Extend.
Hope.
Endow.
Evolve.
Build.
Enlighten.
Trust.
Give.
Remember.
Share.
Renew.
Reward.
Endure.
Strive.
Dream.
Yearn.
Grow.
Live.
Fill.
Open.

We're reborn in each single moment.
Ours to do with what we will.
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Be Done - NaPoWritMo

Be Done
Matt said I should cheat
And simply write a haiku
'Cause then I'd be done
(For the record, Matt is opposed to this particular haiku.  Matt does not consider writing a haiku "cheating."  That was my term for it.  He did helpfully suggest that "you should just bust out a couple haiku" when I observed that yesterday was the first day that I really didn't want to stop and write a poem.  I was super busy and didn't want to make the time.  We had a real good laugh about it and wrote this poem together.  Matt isn't a poetry fan, in general, but does enjoy haiku.  He writes them while we hike sometimes.  They are short and zen-like, featuring elements from nature so somehow he overlooks the fact they don't rhyme.  Usually Matt dislikes any poem that does doesn't rhyme.  Unless it was written by Robert Hunter and set to Grateful Dead music.  Ha!)
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.