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#NaPoWriMo Missing
April 24, 2018
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Century Plant
If I could put my finger on exactly what is missing
It would be easy to replace or at least replicate
The times we spent dancing, singing, learning to fly
The laughs we collected being silly as hell still abide
In the deepest memories of youth, folly and pride
Your presence has blessed me since you departed
I have not forgotten the dreams of the open-hearted
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This poem is dedicated to Kristina Rudolf, dearly departed dancer with whom I shared many a soul dance. Check out other poems and poets at NaPoWriMo.net. The fun continues all month.
#NaPoWriMo Late Bloom
April 23, 2018
bloom
Time passes quickly as the words fly through my mind
Fits and starts of creative linguistic crap is what I find
Will I become a poet in the future when I no longer care?
Or will my visions continue to languish about in the air?
Nobody knows, certainly not me
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Join poets from around the globe for National Poetry Writing Month. Read, write, and contribute here all month.
#HaikuPoetryDay Desert Skyku
April 17, 2018
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desert sky
desert sky
Desert wind blows clouds
Past the horizon
Infinity calls
desert sky
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#NaPoWriMo2018 #WritePhoto Shelter
April 5, 2018
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shelter
Wilderness holds secrets known only to the creatures who inhabit the place
Our visiting feet pass by too quickly to feel the rhythm underground
We keep the earbuds on and miss the harmonic symphony of nature’s sound
Our vision is impaired by limits we accepted without thinking for ourselves
After this picnic comes and goes this will always belong to fairies and elves
To find our place in this puzzle we must look at the world we think we rule
With respect for all sentient beings, every wizard, clown, teacher, and fool
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This is a response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, and it is also the 5th day of #NaPoWriMo2018. This post is killing two poetry birds with one stone. Enjoy the other writers who create responses to this photo on Sue’s Echo. Read, write, and comment on the poets by following the hashtag #NaPoWriMo. It is all poetry all the time in April!! Enjoy!
#NaPoWriMo2018 Justice Adrift
April 4, 2018
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sailor
Sails ripped to shreds in the blasted all night rain storm,
That tiny leaking wooden boat listed to port sadly sinking,
Drunken sailors wearing tattered, filthy rags, bodies barely warm
Had no sustenance their rotten spoiled provisions all stinking
They passed a small island full of greedy giant vultures
The sky filled with black wings soaring, silently hunting
The ship of justice, once proud and elegant, had run aground
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Today is day 4 of National Poetry Writing Month. Join the fun to read, write, recite here. 30 poems in 30 days!! Enjoy!
#NaPoWriMo2018 Ascension
April 3, 2018
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night time
night time
She shimmered and shone as she ascended to float
Above the streets where traffic had screeched to a halt
They stood on rooftops and sidewalks to watch her
Because this kind of night ride in the air was a new thing
They did not know if she was an illusion or a prank
After she rose into the upper atmosphere they told me
Her garments had been sent from heaven just for her
They told us all she was a symbol of peace and power
We never believed a word of it. We knew the truth.
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This is day 3 of National Poetry Writing Month. Join us for 30 poems in 30 days. Read, write, and enjoy other poets here. There are no limits. Everyone is invited to participate.
#NaPoWriMo All My Relations
April 2, 2018
The grandmothers
What do you think you learned studying our family history?
Have you reached conclusions about the nature of human existence?
I believe the most pertinent thing I have learned is about delusion
We stay in deep canyons of ignorance in groups habitually
Are you saying we are all ignorant, or that you are so enlightened?
Not at all, dear ancestors, for my own generation I am frightened
Have you seen how the people are destroying Mother Earth?
You should know that this battle began in earlier centuries
That you choose what role you play by the company you keep
All your relations continue to speak directly to your soul’s mysteries
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This is day 2 of National Poetry Writing Month. Join the fun all over the internet by following the hashtag #NaPoWriMo2018. Meet poets from around the world and submit your own work here. Let yourself bust a rhyme. Now is the time!!
#NaPoWriMo2018 Nature Speaks
April 1, 2018
cactus in bloom
penstemon
Placing emphasis on the response we linger over words
That will pass over the heads and minds of others
The spark of imagination was kindled by the firebird
The same mythical phoenix that spoke to our mothers
Our native tongue has been twisted, distorted by lies
It is up to us to bring back the language of the skies
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This is the first day of National Poetry Writing Month. I write 30 poems in 30 days each April to honor my famous ancestor poets. Join the fun with poets from all over the world here. Read, write, rap, and have some fun with words this month!!!
The world’s oldest decorated eggs
March 22, 2018
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Eggs have been decorated for centuries.
#WritePhoto Portal
March 22, 2018
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bowl-on-the-moors
Giants ruled the island for centuries before the clans discovered the place, bringing their version of civilization. They thought they could colonize the giants and rob them of their resources while enslaving them. The ships landed, and soldiers spread out to find and conquer the inhabitants. They found evidence of cooking, fires still warm, but no people could be found. Days of searching systematically revealed nothing more of the locals. It looked like they had vanished suddenly, but there was no clue about where they had gone, or how they had escaped without being seen.
Harsh storms blew in from the west rocking the ship at anchor. The invaders were cold, hungry, and became afraid they might be stranded as they watched their ship take on water. A funnel cloud swept across the horizon, churning up the surf. The clansmen feared for their lives and wished they had never come to this place. There was no shelter, and the elements were harsh. Survival would be difficult at best. They questioned the wisdom of trying to conquer a land separate from their own, and hoped they would live to return to their homeland. They were not equipped for warfare with giant wizards.
In a flash they were lifted into the sky on the funnel cloud, swirling wildly. Time was suspended while they floated in a dream like state. Chaos in slow motion took over their minds. They saw each other disintegrate, then reappear whole. They screamed bloody murder as the rock beneath them opened. A torrent of lost and angry souls were swept downward at high velocity. They could feel the heat as their fates were sealed. They joined all the others who had come to conquer the giants in an underground of immeasurable suffering. There is no escape.
The giants keep the island for themselves to this day, as is their inherited right. Visitors beware of the local rules and customs.
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This story is written in response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt in The Echo. Each week you can join a group of talented writers to read, comment, or write your own story or poem.
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