Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Welcome. NaPoWriMo # 23

Welcome
 


Baby kittens fall
Chasing butterflies on shore.
Pussy willows sprout.

 

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Evaporate. NaPoWriMo #22

Resilient, fragile--
Through fogged lenses life hangs
Evaporating.
 
 

Monday, April 21, 2014

Night sounds. NaPoWriMo # 21

Night Sounds
 

3 AM, Awake, quiet eludes--
Night orchestra plays to
A sleeping audience---
Accompanying dreams.

The whir of electric's current,
Water's swoosh, emitting warmth,
A passing motor growls,
Tires hum along the Macadam.

All these are drowned
Out by the tympani,
Voices of the celestial
Chorus.

Solitude is the sound your
Thoughts make to muffle Nature.
 

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Easter morning. NaPoWriMo # 20

Brisk Easter Morning
Robin sings her nesting song.
Rabbit springs to woods.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Ode to a cluttered table. NaPoWriMo #19

Ode to a cluttered table

O' cluttered table;
You soothe my soul,
Lift my spirit.
I find comfort in your
Presence.

A florid runner, rosy
And lacy-- lays
Buried beneath the potpourri
Of words, tools,  synapses
Connecting thoughts, ideas,images.

This jambalaya seems random
Until the inked paper comes
Alive. Meaningful messages caress
The page; breathing life,
Newborn, alive?

Whimsical gallimaufry sates my libido.
Whether scented candle, Korean inscense,
I am free to amuse myself
With silent meditation,or
Smile, in the mirror?

First draft.......

Friday, April 18, 2014

The List NaPoWriMo # 18

The List
 
Books, always books; poetry books, how to,
lessons to follow.   Dog-eared, bookmarked.
Magazines read and unread, reread.
Brass holder to keep pages open.
Candle lantern, crossword calendar
Puzzle-- Note calendar
Moleskins, Kindle, scattered reminders;
grocery list, todo, opening lines.
Pens; fancy, plain. #2 pencils
Coasters, place mat, assorted bill receipts.
Cough drops and crumbs;
Crumbs of last night's repast.
 
 


Thursday, April 17, 2014

A proverbial adage. NaPoWriMo # 17



Birds on a cliff flock together
Better late than in the river.
Black berries in your hand are worth more than on the bush.
Haste is the mother of all waste;
A little learning is a good start for
Those who live in glass houses; should wear clothes.
It's better to lick honey covered flies than
To catch a curious cat or
Kill a book with a clouded cover. So
Don't write your proverbs by the batch.