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NaPoWriMo XI

Yes, I am a negligent poet.  I apologize.  It seems every spring I melt into a puddle of goo just as everyone else is emerging from hiatus.  I seem to be backward to about every natural rhythm in the *world*.  I am a special ass snowflake.  And here is a poem about it! 😉



While nature emerges from the cold, dark, damp

I hibernate from the world

With every bud and blossom

I descend deeper into the morass

When did this reverse engineering take hold?

Must I succumb

To the tired convention of the despondent artist?

Must writing come from wretchedness?

I wonder, as words crash together in my head

Only I fear that instead of discovering creation,

I have instead been pulled into

Their black hole.


NaPoWriMo X

Yes, I missed another day.  But that’s okay, because I’m flirting with all sorts of ideas now…



A vision

One of many

How do I tell

Which path to take?

It speaks to me

With the siren song of passion

But that passion

Has ADD.

Just choose one, the gurus say

But one-note wonders tend to

Grate at me like

Nails on rough stainless steel.

It is not in my nature

And if it is against my nature

Why would I want to

Conform to that mold any more than another?

There are consistencies

But not consistent answers

Consistent dreams

But not consistent means.

I don’t need a whisper from the Universe

I need

A glaring, neon billboard on the side of the road

And a GPS telling me when to turn.

NaPoWriMo IX

April showers

Bring wet carpet

And rain on your head

As you use the toilet

Had a burst pipe

Two stories up

I had the fun

Of cleaning it up

This was my day

Not feeling poetic

Listening to a fan

Trying to keep the rug from molding

There was a bubble in the paint on the wall

And wet spots on the ceiling

But hey, the bathroom is clean

And that’s worth something!





This is the 9th’s entry, even though I am once again posting it after midnight.  One day I will not sleep like a vampire, one day…



Internal demonic seeds

Planted long ago by someone other than me

Act like weeds

Pull them, spray them, trample them down

Cover them with a barricade

They come up through the cracks

Trying to dig them up,

Their root systems deep

Somehow, when pulling, pollen and seeds fall from their bloom

To return again in force

I need to plant a positive seed

That, when established, will choke out the weeds

Overtake the negative

Somehow reverse the norm

Of weeds killing

The seeds we would like to see grow

Perhaps the bullshit

That feeds the weeds

Will instead fertilize

The mighty oak of love.


I missed yesterday!  Bad poet.  My head was in a weird place, though – though that’s not always a bad thing when it comes to wordsmithing. 😉




Positive words splashed across the screen

Like blinking neon messages from the divine

Saying, “Don’t give up.”

Surprising little revelations of the senses

Reminding me what life is like

In the midst of “How can this possibly happen?”

There is also, “It just will.”

NaPoWriMo VI

I stand beneath the waterfall, the miracle of indoor plumbing

And watch as the dirt and crusted blood

From old wounds washes away

In the torrent of cleansing

I scrub at the floors

Dust every shelf

Burn sage in an old glass jar and watch

The smoke curl as I fan it with a feather

I eat green, healthy, real foods

Soak in a mineral bath

Release negativity through my pores and

Shed some of that protective layer we call fat

I dress myself in ritual garb

Bells jingling against my bare foot

I am prepared to face

The rest of eternity

I open the front door

NaPoWriMo V

Sorry, it is after two AM as I post this – but I have a weird-ass sleep schedule (or lack thereof), and it’s still “my Friday,” as it were, so it counts!  It does!  Really! : )



Please come in

I know the entryway is littered with

Broken shards of fragile ego

And the curtains on the windows

Are drawn tight against prying eyes

That might see too much, and run away

You can see there have been footsteps here before you

In the dust that I’ve been meaning to sweep up

They go in both directions

Who comes in, inevitably goes out

But the longer you stay, the more I’ll clean up the place

Crack open a window and let some sunshine and air in

Sweep away the cobwebs that have accumulated

In the recessed corners no one bothers to explore

I know there is a moat

Full of monsters and alligators

That you have to cross

And a guard dog who barks

Menacingly at any who near

But they are there for my protection, you see

Invaders have come here before

But once in the inner sanctum

I will show you the fire

Few have seen it, and those have been burned

Hence the retreating footprints in the dust

But I know somewhere, there is

A mad poet

Who will see the flame and

Caress it gently with their fingers

Their calloused, rough fingers

That have seen too many harpstrings and thorns

Immune to the damage done by a flame on soft skin

And upon feeling its heat

Will smile, and

Put their own candle beside mine

And our lights will dance in the same wind

And melt candle wax into the same pool

Accumulating on the table top.



Lifting the burdens of our man-made suffering

Heavy metal crosses forged in the heat of self-doubt


Washing away the drawn-on scars

Clearing the clutter of our hoarded attic full of fears


What is left is what we are

Made of love, we are the blue-white flame of passion

Burn bright

NaPoWriMo II

The sweet, green smell of wet

Daffodils blooming amid rotting leaves

Raindrops speckling my glasses

Distant birds voicing their cabin fever from amid the trees

The hurried scamper from building to car

Covering their head with a newspaper

I stroll luxuriously

Allowing the damp life force of spring to seep into my soul.


…This was written after my walk in the rain today.  ^_^


So, I am going to participate in NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) here on the blog: write a poem a day for the month of April.

It’s exactly midnight as I’m posting this, but I really did write it on 1 April. 😉

Here’s today’s poem:


From destruction, creation

Tearing apart to start again

From the hurt, comes the pleasure

Ecstasy of growing pains

Never knowing when you’re learning

Or just masochistic, until it’s over

Then the light shines in the darkness

And you know why you put it out in the first place.

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