Monthly Archives: April 2016

NaPoWriMo – Day 6

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Encapsulated Embryos,

Mostly made of water molecules

And protein—

The recipe for life.

 

Done up, brown,

Dressed in Protoporphyrin—

Stylish, soulful specimens individually;

Captivating and charming collectively.

 

Varying in size and shade,

Parallel in nutrition and wealth

 

Six of one,

Or half a dozen of the other.

Disciples, with baskets of copper yolk

Standing at attention.

 

Microscosmic

Fruit of

Gallus.

 

NaPoWriMo Day 5 (back on track)

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(Re)spect

I was making a spectacle,

Dread detectable.

I had to step back,

Wipe my eyes and mind,

To see what I could find,

Align my spine—

Find out if I even have one left.

 

I found myself cyclical,

Continually cynical,

Questioning you,

And avoiding the reciprocal.

 

In retrospect, I must confess,

That while inspecting

the speck near you

I was ignoring the plank,

Driven like a stake,

Through my own vision.

 

I need time for introspection,

To review what is written,

Change my mission.

 

No need to defend

my position

because,

 

When I look back,

and look again

(Re)connecting—

(Re)specting—

I can see

That I need

To adjust my view

(And maybe my thinking),


Though I’ve no inkling

How to begin.

NaPoWriMo Day 4 (on the 5th day)

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With All Due Respect

Any aspect of respectable

That can be found feasible

From your spectrum,

Your perspective,

Can’t undo the reprehensible—

Even if it was not intentional.

 

Pardon me for being skeptical—

My questions unacceptable—

But I’m trying to find a way

To get back on the pedestal.

 

So, I’ll pay my respect,

But why does it have to be

So costly?

NaPoWriMo – Day 3

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Usually I try a variety of poetry styles during National Poetry Writing Month, so I feel kind of bad that I have two blackout poems in a row.  I couldn’t help it.  They are such fun.  Moreover, I have made everyone near and dear to me read Fish in a Tree by Lynda Mullaly Hunt.  Letting such a beautiful book evoke a poem was inevitable.

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National Poetry Writing Month

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This was written on April 1, 2016

Ode to Kwame Alexander (aka Lemme ShakeYour Hand, Sir)

Oh, Kwame—

With your wonder words—

Laying lines of rhyme,

Preying on prepositions in their prime:

Outside the cage,

‘Round with rage

With, or without, wage,

Down

the

page.

 

Within the winsome,

Surrounding the sweetness,

Hanging with the hope.

 

Throw me a challenge.

Amuse me with your musing.

Confuse me until I see.

Wind me up with wondering.

 

Word to your words.