National Poetry Month – April 2015

National Poetry Month – April 2015

April is National Poetry Month. People celebrate in many ways. One way I like to recognize this time of year, is by participating in a PAD (Poem a Day). There are no prizes, rewards, or accolades, well maybe some accolades, but really it is just the satisfaction and enjoyment received from writing, and perhaps reading, some poetry.

In this post I will add a new poem each day, inspired by the prompts from the NaPoWriMo blog site. I started a bit late, this year, but as of 4/15/15 I am caught up, and plan to stay on course for the rest of the month.

Who are your favorite poets? Do you write poetry yourself?

Thanks for taking the time to check out my writing and my blog.

Enjoy.

Negation

'Tis not the same as years' past

this year's spring may never be

No flowers on the lawn,

no buds high in the trees

We waited so long,

for all the snow to melt

And yet it is still cold

every morning,

when I walk out the door

'Tis not sorrow,

simply missing the expected

no bright yellow

neither sun

nor dandelion

Aye, it shall come

though it may be late

a bird chirps

and asks me to be patient

WLM 4/14/15 (Day 1)

Ryan

Orion's belt

always reminds me

of her

Could it be

the name

or the way they both

light up the sky

A kiss

so long ago

she's as far away

as the belt in the sky

Though we gaze

upon the same stars at night

it is not the same

without her here

WLM 4/14/15 (Day 2)

Fourteener

How about a fourteener, about the number 13?

Or should I write about that one time, that I made you scream

On Friday the 13^th, people may run away and hide,

but come Saturday the 14^th, all of their fears subside

With this form of poetry, I struggle to do my best

but this is not easy, it sure does put me to the test

I think I will wrap it up now, always go out ahead

Lest I keep on writing poems, until they find me dead

WLM 4/14/15 (Day 3)

I Love to Hate You

You sicken me

the filth on your face

tells me where you've been

Id' rather crush your head

than climb into bed

next to you

Don't wink at me

and try to be coy

I see right through your deceit

A decent person wouldn't do so

but I suppose that

is not your forte

I don't cry

I don't even care

To me, you mean nothing anymore

I dream of choking you, at night

while you sleep, then

maybe I'd be happy

Keep it up

play your charade

soon I will walk away for you

But maybe I'll stay to make your life

as miserable as you

have made mine

WLM 4/14/15 (Day 4)

Nature is what we see

668

by Emily Dickinson

"Nature" is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.

Emily

Nature, we all see

A hill, in the afternoon

A squirrel climbing a tree

An eclipse, a bumble bee

nature is to heaven

as rain is to thee

Nature heard all around
The Raven, or the sea
Thunder starts to pound

Cricket chirps in harmony
Is the nature that we know,

But will that always be

Art can capture day,

but with all our wisdom

still so far away

WLM 4/14/15 (Day 5)

Monday Morning Aubade

Monday morning aubade,

captured in so many ways

But often love trails away

Awake with no coffee

Struggling on through the traffic

onto the same old routine

The Monday blues arise

we think of those better days

awaiting for the weekend

Back once again, Monday

but it makes other days best

just love it for what it is

WLM 4/14/15 (Day 6)

Worth

I recently heard

an old story

about a woman

and a brooch

We may wonder what

its value is,

but what about

its worth

The brooch,

a gift,

given to her,

by her only son,

A simple brooch,

not expensive at all,

but all she had left,

he died in the war

WLM 4/14/15 (Day 7)

Palinode

Mistakes made,

can't go back

you've moved on

We had our ups,

and of course

we had our downs

Though looking

back, upon it now

I should have known

WLM 4/14/15 (Day 8)

Calligram

WLM 5/15/15 (Day 9)

Abecedarian Poem

A ball could drop,

even fall,

go home.

I jumped, knowing

love might never

open.

Pretty quickly

running,

stop.

There.

Under violets,

washed.

Xena,

was zazzy.

WLM 4/15/15 (Day 10)

Sapphics

Waiting for you, so long now, I ache writhing

Writing to thee, Mari, but you have gone off

I wait no more, I have been hit hard before

Mercy, mercy me

WLM 4/15/15 (Day 11)

Holiday Favorite

Oh, St. Paddy's Day

Where'd I be without you

wearing of the green

festive bounce in my step

14.9 ounces at a time

we celebrate your feat

Guinness raised in your honor,

not to mention corned beef

Bottle of Jameson Black

things got clearly fuzzy

I awake in the morning

lying next to you, dear

Happy St. Patrick's Day

when we are all o' wee bit Irish

celebrating with old friends

more memories to cherish

WLM 4/14/15 (Day 12)

Chronophobia

What is your biggest fear?

Maybe you can guess mine.

Some may say it is a phobia,

but for them I've no time.

Locked away from society,

I live to see another day.

Maybe one day they'll find me,

once my time has finally slipped away.

WLM 4/13/15

Bolunga

You're a fuckin' bolunga.

Excuse me, I am a what?

A bolunga, you know.

No, I don't know.

What is a bolunga?

Well, just look at yourself,

plainly you can see.

No, I cannot.

You are disheveled

and distressed.

You are horrid,

such a mess.

It is hard to

look at you,

your face

makes me sick.

Everything you do

and all that you are,

annoys the shit

out of me.

You're lackadaisical

and an idiot.

You've no concern

for anyone, but yourself.

Go somewhere else,

Bolunga be gone.

Well, maybe I will

just get out of here.

That's nice, but

Bolunga's

never know

when to leave.

Fuckin' bolunga.

WLM 4/15/15 (Day 14)

I will be posting the second half of the month poems in a separate post.  Thanks.