Thank You For . . .

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Finding me
after all these years

Seeing me
for who I really am

Telling me
that everything will be okay

Holding me
even though I can’t ask

Letting me
go, when it’s time.

April Love Prompt: Thank You For . . .

This year I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by combining  NaPoWriMo’s daily poetry challenge with Susannah Conway’s April Love daily photo prompts on Instagram. Each day of April, you will observe the same photo in my Instagram feed on the righthand sidebar that you see in my blog post along with an instapoem.

I’m actually sad that this is the last day of April. I’ve met a lot of lovely folks over the past month, and reconnected with some old friends. I want to give thanks first to Susannah Conway for her inspirational prompts that I’ve tried to capture with my own words and photos. And a big thank you goes out to all who took the time to like, follow or comment, especially , MeghanKrissyLisa Mari, Sharon, Belinda, Sheeba, Beth and Shirah. Of course, this list wouldn’t be complete without my undying thanks to Maureen, my writing buddy in the creative trenches, and my wonderful blogger friend Bonny, who has supported this challenge for all thirty days. You deserve a medal, Bonny! I encourage my readers to check out the links provided to see what all these creative folks are up to.

All in all, my third year celebrating National Poetry Month by writing a poem a day, no matter how brief, was far from a fool’s errand. I stay convinced that poetry adds art and meaning to our hectic lives, and condences the best of existence into the sweetest of moments. But now, new leaves on the old oak in my neighborhood park are signalling a new month, and different endeavors. Time to leaf out.

Tail of a Yarn

heel of a yarn

I have been
knitting this
darn sock
since my only
daughter went
off to college,
since she came
back, since the
cat lost interest,
since my husband
gave up hope,
since the knitting
group forgot my
name, since the
paper with the
pattern disinte-
grated, since the
other ball of yarn
for the other
darn sock
went missing,

all before I’ve
even started
the toe.

NaPoWriMo #9

*Special thanks to my daughter for suggesting the word “darn” in place of another “d” word I used for my sock. 

I’m writing a poem every day in April as part of NaPoWriMo’s celebration of National Poetry Month. Won’t you join me in poetry?

Yard Work Is Never Done

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In the mews of May as I long
to lay in some short grass of
an idle age, iris fall to ground
while fruit rots in rain and spinach
fails to come up when my garden’s
play grows too rough to tend.

I would take a bench’s reprieve
but there is nowhere to sit.

Reach for the Sky

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And supplicate some clouds
to shape vaporous images
in forgotten dreams, expose

the shadows of our stormiest
regret and hint at other futures
inside a crystal ball of blue.

NaPoWriMo #20

I’m writing a poem every day in April as part of NaPoWriMo’s celebration of National Poetry Month. We may be able to live without poetry, but who would want to?

Power

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this cosmic battle
between televised
good and evil
comes down
to a child’s game
of hide and seek

NaPoWriMo #19

I’m writing a poem every day in April as part of NaPoWriMo’s celebration of National Poetry Month. We may be able to live without poetry, but who would want to?

Wash Day

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On my hands and knees
I scrub away your life
left in tile cracks and corners
of walls, the fine hairs
from countless days shed
waiting by our door
released in the snap of
doormat, the mop shaking
off memories from
fifteen years’ worth of
vigilance against life’s
marauders and circling
storms that dared threaten
your family, while carpet worn
into your shape testifies
to a loyalty that reaches far
beyond a dog’s age, for
when these windows crack
open to air out the void,
I feel you brush by, cleansed.
 
 *For the canine companion we lost last week.
 
NaPoWriMo #17
 
I’m writing a poem every day in April as part of NaPoWriMo’s celebration of National Poetry Month. We may be able to live without poetry, but who would want to?

Have Faith

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In the creek
that will overflow
banks of fear
to flood our meadows
flush with verdant glory.

In frosts and
icy indifference
which withers blooms
and lightens the load
of a fruitful tree.

In searing pain
that outruns the
inertia of despair and
spurs our leap
to higher ground.

In greeting sadness
that throws a door
open to the company
of love along
our journey home.

NaPoWriMo #16

I’m writing a poem every day in April as part of NaPoWriMo’s celebration of National Poetry Month. We may be able to live without poetry, but who would want to?

Cup of Dew

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Wipe the sandy
deserts from eyes
waking to
uprisings of grass
and
riots from thickets
and
press last night’s
parched lips to
a dawn’s brew of
dew.

NaPoWriMo #14

I’m writing a poem every day in April as part of NaPoWriMo’s celebration of National Poetry Month. We may be able to live without poetry, but who would want to?

Nature’s Tune

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Meandering through the sweet
smell of earth and birth
at the green one’s feet
below birch, hearing white
woodruff beckon the revelers
of renewal to lie spellbound
in the song of spring.

NaPoWriMo #13

Taking a walk outside for NaPoWriMo’s prompt for day 13.

I’m writing a poem every day in April as part of NaPoWriMo’s celebration of National Poetry Month. We may be able to live without poetry, but who would want to?

If You Had Only

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come when I called
on a snowy night
too late to be casual

instead you admired
another’s reflection
in transparent doorways
passing to adulthood

while I struggled
to fulfill your fantasies
of a good girl in
a dark place

I burn through thirty
years toward reunion and
see there is no change
now yet still wish

you’d felt the same

#NaPoWriMo #12

I’m writing a poem every day in April as part of NaPoWriMo’s celebration of National Poetry Month. We may be able to live without poetry, but who would want to?