Evening sky, blazing across the azure canvas—
Amethyst and fuchsia twirling into each other—
Stretching into sleek silken strands
Highlighted by golden persimmon,
Flaming like DayGlo sherbet,
I will ride off into you.
NaPoWriMo Day 15
Tag Archives: poetry
The Wyndham Hotel
so much depends
upon
the Wyndham
hotel
flooded with sprinkler
water
beside the BOS
center
(A nod to William Carlos Williams and “The Red Wheelbarrow” while looking away from The Wyndham Hotel)
“Inside My Shoes” (with a nod to researcher-poet Dr. Darius Phelps)
Inside my shoes
are my feet
that have been running since I was 2.
At first I ran
hoping to be chased—
by my big brothers,
my big sister,
maybe even one of my parents.
Eventually I ran
to get away—
from my big brothers,
my big sister,
maybe even one of my parents.
Inside my shoes
are feet with scars—
hardship
fear
sadness
loss.
Inside my shoes
are feet with stories—
standing up
Strength
resilience
victory.
Inside my shoes
are feet that still run—
sometimes, when I don’t want to,
but I do it anyways because I know that it
makes
me
stronger.
Inside my shoes
are feet that run
around the block,
across the bridge,
toward a 3K
and maybe eventually a half marathon
Running toward myself
In promises of
progress and
healing.
#VerseLove prompt: Write about a scar, one that may be physical in nature or one that might be more emotional. To get started, think about these questions: Where did it come from? How did you get it? Who was with you at the time? What is the story that goes with the scar? What would the scar say about you? etc.
I was also inspired by poet-researcher Dr. Darius Phelps who prompted me to write “In My Shoes.”
A Weekend Glimpse Toward Eternity
The weekend’s upon us—the time to behold—
Time to recalibrate, connect, and just hang
Though this weekend might be rainy and cold,
When we look back, we will remember that we sang.
I intend to appreciate each second of the day,
As the sun moves east to west.
Believe it or not I will be home, not away,
So I might even get some rest.
Under myself I feel the need to start a fire—
Inspiration and more joy—because I’m telling no lie,
I’m seeing the approach of my eventual expire,
As we all know that life quickly goes by.
I hope to retire while I am still strong,
And do everything I love all day long.
#VerseLove—The prompt suggested to borrow the end rhymes from another poem or song, preferably a famous one, and create a new poem. I chose to use William Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold”
NaPoWriMo 2025
Daffodils—
Pushing through
Into Bloom—
You are the
Big sisters,
Singing spring.
Tulips, then
Irises,
Follow you.
- Tricube
- Each line contains three syllables.
- Each stanza contains three lines.
- Each poem contains three stanzas.
This is Just to Say
I have eaten
the pistachios
that were in
the cabinet
and which
you were probably
saving
for quarantine snacks
Forgive met
they were satisfying
so crunchy
and so salty
Another nod to William Carlos Williams!
This is Just to Say
I have used
the toilet paper
that was in
the bathroom
and which
you were probably
saving
for lockdown
Forgive me
it was necessary
so soft
and so clean
This is a nod to William Carlos Williams and his poem called “This is Just to Say.” You may know it as the plum poem.
How to Write a Poem
Day One — National Poetry Writing Month http://www.napowrimo.net/
“For our first (optional) prompt, let’s take our cue from O’Neil’s poem, and write poems that provide the reader with instructions on how to do something. It can be a sort of recipe, like O’Neil’s poem. Or you could try to play on the notorious unreliability of instructional manuals (if you’ve ever tried to put IKEA furniture together, you know what I mean). You could even write a dis-instruction poem, that tells the reader how not to do something. Happy writing!”
How to Write a Poem
Sit down.
Scribble ideas.
Scratch the surface—
Pen to paper.
Miss the mark.
Pause.
Stand up.
Walk away.
Go outside.
Rake leaves.
Talk to neighbors—
Witty exchanges,
Clever words,
Flowing.
Remind yourself
That you
Were searching
For meaningful words.
Go inside,
Return to task—
Poem-planning.
Dig deep
For expert expressions,
Figurative phrases,
That tell
A secret
Or celebrate something.
Try for a metaphor that
Falls flat,
Like a
Scanty simile.
Scratch.
Scratch it out.
Start again.
Stack short sayings
One upon another—
Expressions
That may
Topple over because
There
Is
No
Meaningful
Foundation
On
Which
The
Blether
Blather
Babble
Gabble
Prattle
Chatter
Jabber
Can
Stand.
Parcel
Today’s Napowrimo.Net prompt is to write a haibun, which combines prose and haiku.
Sliding out the side door, you step onto the deck to smell spring. Worn wood tells the tale of quiet days reading in the sun. Summer soon shows up. Before you set up the patio furniture, tulips have come and gone. Lilies crowd around each other comparing their outfits and gossiping. Before the sunburn cools, a brisk autumn breeze rustles the foliage and reminds you how quickly time flies.
Overfilled fire-pit
Branches, grass clippings, leaves and
No promise of s’mores.
Response to “Waiting”
The beautiful and brilliant Nikki Grimes wrote the following poem today:
While I know it was not about me, it hit home so hard. Hard. After crying, I put my warrior pen in hand and wrote this response:
Julie no longer plays into the big hand,
The heavy hand, the upper hand,
The hand that silences, shames, smacks.
She used to plead, “Pick me! Pick Me!”
In a rush, she’d cast her heart into pools of abandonment—
Pearls to swine, like clockwork.
They could count on her to bear the secrets,
The stains, the scarlet paragraphs and
Chapters that chronicled cries and crises.
But in the hour of need, past half the darkness
The second hand clicked into place. . .
Safe hands and second chances surfaced.
This is her day in the sun. Love won.
Flourishing, fostering freedom and hope,
Counting on truth—not time—to heal her wounds.
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