NaPoWriMo - Day 26 - 30

Day 26 -

And when I look upon her,

I envision my future.

We stand alone on a beach,

the soft water waves across our feet

as our toes sink deeper into the sand.

I reach up to take her hand,

she pulls me close and whispers in my ear.

I can feel her warm breath upon my neck

and I can almost taste the sweetness of her lips.

It was as close as I would ever get to paradise,

she is, was, and will be all I will ever want or need.

Day 27 -

Wheel of Fortune

Hey, Vanna, pick me a letter.

Every night, you flip for me

and I try to guess

what is on your mind.

Spin the wheel,

win a trip,

grab some cash,

buy a vowel.

Oh, Vanna, pick me a letter.

Day 28 -

You wouldn't believe the views,

up in the Catskill Mountains.

Camping up at Skyway,

is always the best!

You should come up and join us,

we'll toast marshmallows!

Day 29 -

My memories of the rabbits

were quite different.

I remember going to

Apple Picker's farm.

We chose a bunny to take home.

He froze to death over the winter.

Next time we went to the farm,

we ate shish kebabs.

Where do you think they came from?

I always thought they were so fluffy,

so cute.

Hundreds of them, all trapped

in their cages.

Maybe it wasn't so cute after all.

Day 30 -

 The fact is that I

continue to think about her

and always wonder

NaPoWriMo 2018 - Day 23 - 25

Day 23 -

I could hear the murmurings,

all the whispers,

no one wanted to tell me the truth,

but isn't that everything we always seek?

Why for anyone instance

would I not want to know?

Do they think that they can hide it?

Do they think that I won't die,

as long as they don't say it out loud?

Day 24 -

And when that last day comes,

I hope they say he was a good man.

Maybe someone will have learned something,

even though he was never an actual teacher.

Maybe someone's life turned out better

because of something he did for them.

Maybe his daughter will finally know the truth,

but it will probably be up to him to tell her.

Maybe he will have used all the crayons in the box,

at least once.

Maybe the day won't be so dark

or the moon hang so low.

Maybe he will have accomplished something

that people will be able to carry on with them.

But if I'm ever going to get to that point

then it is time to get busy living

or get busy dying.

Day 25 -

Do not leave out in the cold.

Do not under cook.

Do not allow to wander

too far.

Do not allow to play in traffic.

Do not ignore.

Do not listen to his tales

with doubt.

NaPoWriMo - Day 19 - 22

It was dark

on the sixth

in a

cab with

Jimmy.

We was

on I-10,

'bout a mile out

and about.

Day 20 -

The one rule,

the one rule they told me not to break

was the only one that

I could no longer follow.

Might it have saved my life?

Probably, but would it have been a life worth living?

Too late to think about that now,

but at least I have the satisfaction of knowing

that is all they will be thinking about

for a long time to come.

Day 21 -

And if not a flower be,

what would you rather,

a peasant, a lamb, or tree?

Some see it as a curse, but

the flower is beauty

as beautiful as can be.

Day 22 -

The clock can not strike thirteen.

This is a haiku.

Triskaidekaphobia.

 

NaPoWriMo - Day 18

Day 18 -

Though we don't have the means,

somehow,

someday,

I will repay you.

As I come to you,

shattered,

broken,

but with new life on-board.

Will you

turn your backs

and walk away?

My fate is in your hands.

Help her to soar,

high above the

clouds.

Off into

the stars.

Inspired by the poem 'Question' by Robert Frost

A voice said, Look me in the stars

And tell me truly, men of earth,

If all the soul-and-body scars

Were not too much to pay for birth.

NaPoWriMo Day 12 - 17

Day 12 -

A quiet suburb,

small forest,

frequent visitors from various animals.

A baseball field filed with children,

small shops on main street,

the end of the block

the mighty Hudson River,

so peaceful yet strong.

Day 13 -

It takes a community

to raise a child,

but she had none.

She was forced to raise her child

all on her own.

No brothers, grandmothers, or uncles.

No sisters, grandpas, or aunts.

Alone, cold.

She worked hard.

Saved.

No government handouts.

She scrimped and saved.

No father, he walked away.

It was just her against the world

and she won.

She had to raise that child on her own.

She was a community of one.

NaPoWriMo Day 5 - 11

'S Ì Bl·th geal Na SmÈar Ì

'S Ì Bl·th geal Na SmÈar Ì
's Ì bl·th deas na s™ craobh Ì,
's Ì planda b'fhearr mÈin mhaith
le hamharc do sh™l;
's Ì mo chuisle, 's Ì mo r™n Ì,
's Ì bl·th na n-™ll gcumhra Ì,
is samhradh ins an fhuacht Ì
idir Nollaig is C·isc.

Do you see what I hear?

Do you see what I hear?

Look close, the trees,

the soft, white blanket

below them.

Nestle around,

everyone come together,

if you fall,

I will catch you.

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 1 - 4

Day One -

If I were a bird

on this new Easter Day

I'd fly so high

up, up, and away

I'd dress to the nines

and wear my best suit

I'd partake in a feast

of berries and fruit

I'd spot the eggs

that no one could find

all the colors of a rainbow

running through my mind