Iris (a Lanturne Poem)
Bloom
Fragile,
Grape – scented,
Lovely, short-term
Bliss
Tag Archives: National Poetry Month
NaPoWriMon – Day 11
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
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.
NaPoWriMo – Day 8
Snow in April (Cinquain)
Graupel—
Bouncing pellets—
Is it snow, hail, sleet, or
Spilled styrofoam filler beads?
Spring ice
NaPoWriMo – Day 7
Spine Poetry (“written” at the public library)
NaPoWriMo – Day 6
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)
(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)
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
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.
NaPoWriMo – Day 2
#BlackoutPoem #NaPoWriMo
The Read-e-ologist 