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She slipped in through the open window, the Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby Street
Her curls were tangled around her face, her countenance was calm, quiet, and sweet
Her work revolved around the delivery of deep dreams to answer life’s questions
She drew vivid images, symbols within ancient stories containing characters I must meet
Her home is with the Mother Moon, a place where fairies dance, sing, hide, and play
Dream flowers, colored fountains of jasmine scented liquid fill the air with a spray
Intoxicating transforming bolts of light shine out from behind dream boats at the dock
This harbor is a shelter in the storm, granting time to the mariner who may have gone astray
This poem is built around a line I found in another poem, The Rock-A-By Lady, by Eugene Field. In Mr Field’s poem she is covered head to toe in poppies, each of which brings a fleet and tiny dream to her patrons. I like that image very much. Find poems you like this month at #NaPoWriMo where you can find other poets who used this same prompt to write today.
Sitting pretty on the seat of orthodoxy the cat clergy ties the knot
Between radio-active caliche under the surface and the litter box
Declawed surrealism flows down the drain thickening the plot
Like a hairball flushed surreptitiously past inevitable paradox
Plunger of monasticism, spigot of liturgy turned on full blast
Jungle cat spirits haunt the souls of the monks praying for lost power
Canonization conflicts with basic instincts consistent with the past
Sainthood and survival exist as an experiment in imagination’s tower
This poem needed to be left overnight to simmer. I took the prompt yesterday to make separate lists of words that are too fancy to be in a poem and others too mundane. I made the list of words yesterday but the poem did not percolate. The combination, after sleep, is the poem above..kind of a surprise. Surprise yourself this April at #NaPoWriMo where you will find an abundance of poetry.
Liquid colors dripping down the landscape washing the background with rain
Iris connects the magical eternal womb of life to earth’s never-ending thirst
Rivers gather force falling down the mountainside, bring relief as well as pain
The dark sky full of swiftly traveling heavy clouds has explosively dispersed
Light to follow darkness, rainbow bridge from now to then, from here to there
Mystical highway to heaven, optical affirmation of higher power in glorious display
The fading intensity of stormy connection to nature is both common and rare
Colors draw a map to her pot of gold, the secret light no darkness can betray
This April ride the poetry train at #NaPoWriMo to find poetry and submit your own work.
Hanging from the tree to ripen, we fall when we are ready
Weight and pull toward the earth is constant and steady
Without orbit and centrifugal force we could not anchor to the ground
Our voices would float into space leaving no trace, vanishing without a sound
There would be no palpable difference between light and heavy
Our fate is to look up to find the place where divinity is dwelling
Religious orders, creation stories, iconic books are all-compelling
Yet earth itself holds us here with an understanding that we will return
To become dust when the time bell rings and we take our final turn
To bless this grave planet whose great wealth we have been selling
April is a month for poetry writing all over the world. Tune in to #NaPoWriMo to find new poets to read or submit your own work.
While I am riding with Officer Rumsley
I indulge in didactic poetry
I bust a rhyme teaching folks to prevent crime
Then I send it to my partner psychically
April is National Poetry Writing Month aka #NaPoWriMo. For me it is a tribute to my highly esteemed ancestor, Anne Bradstreet, a Pilgrim poet. I wonder what Mistress Bradstreet would have done with twitter.
Where is the debate avoider
Controlling decider
Heavily armed, obscuring the truth
The invading, occupying force
Following orders that arrive
Trickling down from a wizard figure
Floating out of sight in a balloon
On a vector tangential to reality
Swirling in a vortex of candy coated spin?
The government is flying high on a cloud of delusion
Today’s prompt is to use kenning, a kind of riddle from Norse poetry. Since the elections are upon us during #NaPoWriMo I was inspired to write about the government. Join poets around the world this month reading and writing poetry.
Set your own priorities with no regard for reality or truth
Walk backwards into situations, the blind back of your head leading
Make sure you ignore the voices pleading, the garden in need of weeding
Blame poorly informed decisions and disruptive behaviors on the youth
Take no responsibility for the results of your actions, causes or effects
Turn your face in both directions speaking platitudes while thinking even worse
Ethical boundaries destroyed and forgotten by superstitious unconscious curse
Thoughts drift in the back door of imaginary enemies and fraudulent respects
Join the poetry fiesta all month in April at #NaPoWriMo . Submit your own poems and read the work of other poets.
The player piano gave everyone an entertaining head start on talent and poise
Peddling the notes through the coded chads any pianist could master the score
Paper teleprompter on the rolls fed the lyrics to the sing along crowd that enjoys
Cocktails, 50’s style appetizers on toothpicks, formally dressed couples took the floor
Party people full of stories, laughing hard at my father’s jokes while my mother annoys
The intellectual, conversational, suburban, name dropping group always trying to score
Her lack of guile and singular style in party planning and in life, showed her taste
Find new poetry to enjoy this month at #NaPoWriMo. Contribute to the 30 days of writing your own to find the poet in you.
Stretching out the vocabulary in search of catchy rich phrases to use as bait
To entice the dear reader to click onward with interest and intellectual curiosity
Words that sound funny when spoken are at the top of my title writing lists
These are followed by ironic twists and puns on popular trending events of the day
Alliteration is always appreciated as it is displayed across the stream of options
Decide to read or not to read, the precious investment of attention and time is given
To the words that signal a meaningful moment, a change of perspective, perhaps new ideas
Find poets to follow at #NaPoWriMo in April. Submit poems of your own and experience to joy of writing poetry.
Cucumbers enter the world with special qualties of crunch and quench
Yearning to find the dill, the garlic, and the fancy spices that make them sing
Zesty ballads of pickled adventure, hot, acidic, wild, delivering the punch
Choruses of colorful relishes add new dimentions to dishes on the table
Focus on fine results, packing spears with pickling ingedients full of zing
Salty to the perfect degree, seasoned on purpose, dry chile in each jar
Time spent alone blending harmony of flavors makes pickles the star of lunch
Savor the work of poets from around the world this April. Submit your own poem or find new poets at #NaPoWriMo.