Think of yourself
like April.
Everyone waiting for you to arrive,
one hand on your hip,
throwing blossoms
over your shoulder with the other.
And you saying, “Damn, I’m good.”
For Sumana’s April prompt.
NPM Day 12
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Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Friday, April 12, 2024
Thursday, April 11, 2024
Turning White, 1888
They say one becomes euphoric
just before death.
It was January, but
the flowerboxes were filling
too quickly with snow.
And Mama, at home in her armchair,
can only grab her chest,
wring her hands,
fearing delivery
of her cherished child
in reverse,
with not a lick euphoric enough
to console the freezing of her heart.
For the amazing Shay’s Word Garden Word List: Spill Simmer Falter Wither
I recently read, and took inspiration from, Ted Kooser’s book, The Blizzard Voices, which is a book of short poems based on the experiences of people living in the Great Plains during what’s known as the Children’s Blizzard of 1888. Sadly, many children were lost trying to get home from school during the surprise storm. My mom is from Nebraska and says they were taught about it as part of state history. After reading about it, I dreamt of a school teacher who saved her pupils by sticking them together with Grey Poupon and marshmallows. I can’t explain it; dreams are weird, but that is another poem.
NPM Day 11
Sunday, April 7, 2024
Wish You Were Here
Where the saguaros gave way
to ponderosas in a clearing
in the Coconino,
it reminded me of that trip we took
to Yellowstone,
how we hung lights in the pines
around our camp—
the lights, and us,
glowing back at the open sky.
And I thought for a long time
about how everything shifts,
one way or another.
If ever any day was perfect,
it was that one,
and this one, too, almost.
Only thing missing
was you.
NaPoWriMo: Write a poem titled “Wish You Were Here”
taking inspiration from the idea of a postcard (travel, distance, sightseeing,
etc.).
National Poetry Month Day 7
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