National Poetry Month - April 2016

I hadn't realized, but I have not made a blog post since last year. So, what better way to start the year than with a month of poetry? Each day I will post a new poem, written from the prompts found on the NaPoWriMo website.

Day 1 – Lune

Live in New York State?

New York City:

a great place to vacation.

They may be worlds apart,

but they are

conveniently located to one another.

Day 2 – Family Portrait

We lost all of our pictures,

in the basement flood,

but we still have each other.

Day 3 – Fan Letter

No offense meant to

Meryl, she won't be here

forever, sadly.

She's entertained us

for decades, with memories

that we will cherish.

Eventually,

one will rise to fill her shoes;

Kathleen Littlefield.

Day 4 – Cruel Month

April, you mock me

Where,

are the spring flowers?

What is this?

White blanket covering the ground.

I wait, eagerly.

For the warm rays

of the sun,

but they evade me.

Snow after Easter.

Is this just a cruel

April fools joke?

Good thing we found

all of the eggs.

Or did we?

Day 5 -

The sun, moon, and stars;

while friends dance, she lights my way,

one warms the next day

Day 6 – NY Pizza

You are the best,

and share good company.

From a bacon, egg, and cheese,

to a hard roll from Rockland bakery.

A dirty water dog,

a pretzel from a cart

black & white cookies

hold a special place in my heart.

Pizza Village in Hopewell,

Chopstick in Catskill,

Yankee Stadium vendor carts,

this week I've had my fill.

Day 7 - Tritina

Darkness, always

looming in the shadows,

choking life

Life, fleeting,

while darkness grows,

hiding in the shadows

Shadows, lurking

life full of choices,

darkness every evening

Shadows, surrounding life making it difficult to see through the darkness.

Day 8 -

Bromeliad,

of the cactus family,

not native to my home.

You thrust bright colors,

from the center of your dome.

Day 9 -

My child?

Brittney.

I do not know

the truth.

Your teeth, that smile.

You look a lot like my sister,

especially when you were younger.

You studied chemistry,

at DCC, but now

you work at HPN.

I have to go there tomorrow.

Day 10 - Library

Green Suede Shoes,

caught in Charolette's Web.

Send Bygraves to Abel's Island,

the Lord of the Flies

knows where It is.

Day 11 -

She stood there,

on the baseball field

a petite child

Seemingly ready,

but never moving

one muscle

A white hood

covered her face,

no profile

Black jeans

and a denim jacket

a soft leather mitt

Alone on the field,

only the wind

accompanied her

I stood there,

starring at her

She turned,

her dark eyes

cut right through me,

and then I was gone

Day 12 -

The nightstand shifted,

starting a fire.

Only a skeleton crew

there;

four past midnight.

The different seasons

passed. Nightmares,

dreamscapes,

insomnia.

Desperation,

and misery filled

the dark half

of the black house. 

Day 13 - 

In the darkness

you will feel

no more pain,

but

the screams

coming from inside

your tomb, 

will not be yours

Day 14 – Lies

Tell no more lies,

don't wither

nor wander

just close your eyes.

Come hither,

come closer

over yonder, 

as your supposed to.