Sunday, April 17, 2011

NaPoWriMo Days 15 and 16


Day 15

Didn’t

Broken window
Incriminating bat
Guilty look
And grass stained clothes
You glare and you yell
Going on about
Responsibility
Playing where stuff
Won’t get broken
But, I said before
And I’ll say again,
I DIDN’T DO IT!

Day 16

Stay A While

Always before, when I was afraid or
Melancholy, you would hold my hand.
I knew everything would be alright.
Danger couldn’t touch me, I
Remember. And I remember
Everything stopped
And I forgot to breathe, hearing you were
Mortal, like me. And you were gone.
I sense your comforting presence,
Nestled in your arms, everything’s
Going to be alright.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Thanks, Lady (NaPoWriMo day 14)

(Again, there's something hidden, but, if you read my first two poems from this year's NaPoWriMo, you'll get a hint to how to find what's hidden in "Broken Vow" and in this one)


Welcome glimpses
In the spring,
Lakes of colors
Dancing on the roadside
Flowing in the breeze.
Lady Bird Johnson’s legacy
Offers this treat,
Welcoming to our gaze
Every year,
Returning for a distressingly
Short, but beautiful time.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Broken Vow (NaPoWriMo Day 13)

(Look for the hidden message. Should be easy!)


Daring the fates,
Only you would make such a promise
Never one to fear what may lie ahead
“There is nothing that will take me away.”
Gone now, despite your vow,
Oblivion has taken you.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

In the Shadows (NaPoWriMo Day 12)

(from the point of view of my character, the insane vampire jester, looFsydoboN!)

Where you fear the dark,
I find it a lark.
When your eyes cannot see,
You will try hard to flee.
Your desp’rate flight will be short,
I will have the last retort.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Poison (NaPoWriMo Day 11)

I came up with this in the car on the way home. And, naturally, I forgot it when I could actually write it down. I think I've managed to remember everything...

The snake
Hissing into the ear
Venom dripping
Into the brain
Dissolving synapses
Until the mind
Is the shape
The whisperer
Desires.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

NaPoWriMo Days 9 and 10


Reach (Day 9) 

Grand goals
Terrifyingly out of reach,
Causing a paralytic
Lack of action.
Break it down,
Bit by bit
It can be done.

Opinion (Day 10)

Poison dribble
Staining the air
Or inspirational blessings
Illuminating the dark.
It could be either
Or anything in between –
All depending
On your
Opinion.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

National Poetry Writing Month: Days 1 - 8

These are brought over from my blog, since it took me too long to get this one set up...

Chester (NaPoWriMo Day 1)

Chill out with the Fuzzy One
He knows
Exactly where to
Stretch out in order
To spread his fur into
Every nook and cranny of his
Residence.

Soho (NaPoWriMo Day 2) 

 

Spastic kitty, thundering through the house.
One can't help but wonder,
How those can be the same delicate paws which reach

Out to pat my arm, asking for attention. 


Sherwood (NaPoWriMo Day 3)
Come to the Faire! (Sherwood Forest Faire, that is)

Spring is here
Heed the Summons,
Escape with us, join
Robin and his Merry Men.
Wake mem'ries
Of old. Travel in time. If
Only for the
Day.


Dark and Light (NaPoWriMo Day 4)

Bright light
Radiating from
The street lamp,
Illuminating
Only its
Tiny
Circle
Failing to penetrate
The blackness
Beyond.

Names (NaPoWriMo Day 5)

Hidden meanings,
Enchanting rhythm,
A label to bring
A cherished one to mind,
Or banish a foe.
Whatsoever
You call me,
Perhaps 'tis best
To not call me
By name. 

Dirt (NaPoWriMo Day 6)


Such a small space
Over shadowed
By the towering buildings
On either side.
Filth covering the ground
To the point where
There is no distinction
Between the two.
Suffocating
Dumpster stench
Chokes the air.
Huddled in the back
Crouched shivering
In the corner
Just another
Bit of filth
Lost in the forgotten
Depths of the
Alley.



 Burning (NaPoWriMo Day 7)

Once it was
A passion
Hotter than
Could be endured.
Then it dropped
To smoldering.
And later
The fire returned,
But, it was
No longer
Passion
That burned
With such
Intensity.


Tomorrow (NaPoWriMo Day 8)
Each day
We go through our steps
Follow the routine.
And tomorrow,
This will be done
And tomorrow,
I will do that.
Come the morning
Through the day,
This and that
Are put off
Again.
How lucky we are
That tomorrow
Is never quite
Now.