i dress myself in tears these days not for me, i weep for others orphaned children, childless mothers victims of cruelty and hate
justice denied for those who wait i feel their pain, those who suffer i dress myself in tears these days not for me, i weep for others
for every soul who’s led astray hope one day we can recover learn to care for one another with compassion, kindness and grace i dress myself in tears these days
Well I completely fell off the NaPoWriMo wagon this year! This poem is based on one of the prompts. I’ve been adding a line or two over the past week when i have the time. Along with my day job, I have been caring for a sick pup who requires a special home cooked diet (our other pups are on the diet as well to avoid food nabbing) and with two very large dogs (175lbs and 125lbs) and a small one (20lbs) I am cooking daily along with all the household chores, while my partner works a second part-time job to pay the medical bills for our Winston. we don’t know how long he will be with us but are doing what we can to make his life a good one. How could anyone say no to this face!
In case i didn’t mention it, this is a Rondel. Here are the rondel poetry form rules: 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
bare tree limb tips dipped in green, white and lavender sunlight lingering into the evening, peepers peeping at dusk, worms slithering from the damp dark, bees, butterflies, spiders and ants, buzz, flit and creep, a hint of wet clay, fading leaves and first blooms in the mist and this, the first hummingbird sighting at the nectar jars outside my window it’s official...spring is finally here
NaPoWriMo2021 - Day 13 Prompt: This one is short and sweet: write a poem in the form of a news article you wish would come out tomorrow.
i don’t remember when the world turned blue maybe it was when the post-it notes on the ‘frig lost their power to inspire me or perhaps it was when i stopped listening to the nameless portraits on the wall... aren’t they just voices in my own head after all, me trying to preserve my sanity is like using crazy glue to stop a dam from bursting i lost control of everything that late spring into summer into... the seasons are all a blur here behind closed doors, no hope left inside locked, the key tossed into the starry night, into the beautiful purple haze, that faded to grey, the darkness in my soul changing hue, to blue it’s all coming back to me now like loose change in my pocket i realize it’s the little things, things that i can’t forget
NaPoWriMo2021 - Day 10 Prompt: First, find a song with which you are familiar – it could be a favorite song of yours, or one that just evokes memories of your past. Listen to the song and take notes as you do, without overthinking it or worrying about your notes making sense. * Next, rifle through the objects in your junk drawer – or wherever you keep loose odds and ends that don’t have a place otherwise. (Mine contains picture-hanging wire, stamps, rubber bands, and two unfinished wooden spoons I started whittling four years ago after taking a spoon-making class). On a separate page from your song-notes page, write about the objects in the drawer, for as long as you care to. * Now, bring your two pages of notes together and write a poem that weaves together your ideas and observations from both pages.
the world is blooming life bursting from the deep buds to leaves while we sleep dreaming in green
For Tanka Tuesday...catching up this weekend! A short one-stanza Abhanga.
The Abhanga is: * stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains (4 line stanzas). * syllabic, 6/6/6/4 syllables each * rhymed L2 and L3 rhyme. Often internal rhyme is employed. End rhyme scheme x a a x , x being unrhymed.
morning the dog ... -gotta pee, gotta pee, maybe a poop -eat breakfast, yum yum yum -must have a belly rub or two or three...don’t stop hooman, don’t stop! -take a nap
the cat ... -sit on hooman’s face to wake them up, or finish them off... -on second thought, i need sustenance after the night i’ve had chasing bugs... -let them live...for now -eat breakfast —watch birds outside from the window seat
afternoon the dog ... -gotta pee, gotta pee, maybe a poop -have a treat, yum yum yum -chase the cat -bark at the delivery truck -lick hooman’s face -take a nap
the cat ... -spend a few hours sunning -check in on the hooman who needs to be reminded to take a break now that they work from home and NEVER LEAVE -walk in front of the work screen -type a secret message -shred paper on the desk -hack up a fur ball on the keyboard -toss the so-called mouse on the floor -disappear until dinner
evening the dog ... -gotta pee, gotta pee, maybe a poop -lay on the kitchen floor under the hooman’s feet to supervise dinner making -after one more pee and poop, eat a night night treat. yum yum yum -snuggle up close with my hooman for a good sleep i loves my hooman
the cat ... -loudly remind hooman it’s dinner time -sit on hooman’s head at tv time -after lights out, guard the end of the bed from toe monsters under the covers -wretch loudly several times during the night -race up and down the hallway -sing the song of the night -watch hooman sleep tomorrow hooman...tomorrow
Had some fun for today’s NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 9 Prompt: write a poem in the form of a “to-do list.” The fun of this prompt is to make it the “to-do list” of an unusual person or character. It’s not really a poem, but they say write what you know…
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