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NaPoWriMo – Day 15

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NaPoWriMo challenged participants  “to write a poem that incorporates the idea of doubles. You could incorporate doubling into the form, for example, by writing a poem in couplets. Or you could make doubles the theme of the poem, by writing, for example, about mirrors or twins, or simply things that come in pairs.”  So, I wrote this.  😉

Three Cheers to things that come in sets of tri

Three little pigs

And billy goats gruff

Three sneezes will do,

When two’s not enough

Petals, unfolding

To lure in the bees

Strands of a braid

That goes down to her knees

Two birds in the bush

Plus the one in the hand

Lines of haiku

Written freehand

Traffic lights

In red, green, and yellow

Sheets to the wind

Or just a little mellow

Steps in a waltz

Bones in the ear

Rings in a binder

To keep papers dear

Rings of a circus

Larry, Curly, Moe

Strikes to be out

It’s time to go

NaPoWriMo – Day 14

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Based on inspiration from NaPoWriMo2016 and The Daily Post, I have written a san san using the The Daily Post daily prompt “Suitcase”.  NaPoWriMo explains that the “poem called a san san means ‘three three’ in Chinese (It’s also a term of art in the game Go). The san san has some things in common with the tritina, including repetition and rhyme. In particular, the san san repeats, three times, each of three terms or images. The lines rhyme in the pattern a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d.”

Suitcase

The frame, atop the journal, in the battered suitcase,

Both holding memories of her old flame

Suitcased in Sadness, agony becomes nocturnal.

In her journal, a moment when his hands framed her face

Now she desperately wants to forget his name.

Then page subsides to leaf, so grief sank to rue,

Eternally framed, and stored, in her journal.

Like the suitcase, her heartanguish, a portmanteau.

NaPoWriMo – Day 13

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Because the number 13 is often considered unlucky, today’s NaPoWriMo challenge is to “beat the bad luck away with a poem inspired by fortune cookies.”  http://www.napowrimo.net/

Playing with the number 13, I decided to write a rondel:

  1. Poem consists of 13 lines in 3 stanzas
  2. Rhyme scheme: ABba/abAB/abbaA (uppercase letters are refrains)
  3. Usually 8 syllables per line

 

Fortun(ately)

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Perseverance will bring you joy.

The time to be hopeful is now.

Time for pleasure you must allow.

Recreation you shall employ.

 

Whether you are  a girl or boy,

Live.  You must find a way, somehow.

The time to be hopeful is now.

Perseverance will bring you joy.

 

The truth reveals the Real McCoy.

You bring the world delight, and how.

Take the applause and take a bow.

A reminder from Illinois—

Perseverance will bring you joy.

NaPoWriMon – Day 11

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For Rachel

 

Beginning on the floor in child’s pose,

You curl up, comforting,

Before confronting

The barriers to your liberty.

 

Climbing to table pose,

Sitting back up to

Stir up the setbacks;

You brace yourself.

 

Transitioning to warrior pose,

Arms stretched wide

To knock on opportunity’s designer door,

Recently painted persimmon.

 

Rising up to mountaIn pose,

You stretch, leaving fingers lingering

To get a feeling of the glass ceiling

That once covered your hope.

 

Breathing in, ribcage expanding,

Reminding you of your strength.

As you exhale, a long breath of epiphany

Makes you realize that you were

 

never

in a box

to begin with.

NaPoWriMo – Day 10

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Our Hearts

We thought it would be wise,

But much to our demise, we’re wrong.

Expected to be strong enough—

Turns out that grace is tough to give.

We struggle to forgive

Knowing that we can’t live this way

And not sure what to say.

Let’s choose to change today and face—

Our hearts have been misplaced.

This poem is a Luc Bat — a Vietnamese poetic form that means “six-eight.” In fact, the poem consists of alternating lines of six and eight syllables. This poem is interesting in its rhyme scheme that renews at the end of every eight-syllable line and rhymes on the sixth syllable of both lines.

 

Misplaced

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.