NaPoWriMo Day 30
Poetry form: English Quintain
We meet again under a new sky;
We live and love and laugh before
once more we have to say goodbye.
We part with a promise of an encore
like waves returning to the shore.
Image Credit: Barefoot by Nicole Poeppl
NaPoWriMo Day 28
Poetry form: Free Verse
I was a little older than six
when you came to us,
ruddy cheeked
with a shock of curly hair,
tiny fingers that wrapped
around my pinkie
and squeezed
happiness into my heart.
You were (and still are)
the epicenter
of the world forever changed.
To be honest,
my childhood began with you.
I don’t have any memories
of being anyone
before I was your sister.
I know you will say
that’s just because I’m dumb.
That’s not the case, idiot.
Mom always tells me
that I was a lonely child,
neither sad nor shy,
just content playing by myself.
I choose to think
I was waiting… for you
to join the fun.
And what fun we’ve had!
Making up dance routines
to our favorite songs;
Smuggling snacks to bed;
Adding new levels
to invented games.
Remember “Sleep, Sleep”?
Competing to see who
could pretend to sleep
without moving the longest –
I’m sorry I tricked you, boo.
I knew you would drift off
and I’d be able to read in peace.
You caught on soon though
and I had to think of other ways
to keep you still.
So I began reading to you
from books I loved,
stories and poems,
of adventures so epic
they called the magic to the skin
and you listened,
tickled pink.
You listened, enthralled,
to the gibber jabber
I came up with on the spot,
often asking for more.
To this day, you listen
and pay heed
to every word,
every notion
like it is really worthy
of your attention.
Image Credit: Illustration by Júlia Sardà
NaPoWriMo Day 24
Poetry form: Epulaeryu
Bottom heavy, firm to touch,
summer flushed round cheeks,
pleasantly pitted. Stripped nude,
swerve curve, mellow flesh
deseeded. Cubed, served
papaya.
Sweet!
Image Credit: Papaya by Jordan McDowell
NaPoWriMo Day 17
Poetry form: Quintilla
A mashup of songs sung off-key,
duels won with my finger gun.
No one to roll their eyes at me
when I dork out and shake my bum.
My party of one is quite fun.
Image Credit: Party by Sebastian Curi
NaPoWriMo Day 16
Poetry form: Free Verse
This is a poem
only because
you deem it worthy.
Without your gaze,
amenable and open,
it is a line broken
in erratic fashion –
a skeleton
awkward, unbecoming.
You take my common words
upon your clement tongue
curiously tasting every emotion
compassionate, kind,
with your all-consuming spirit.
You magnolious stranger
with the soul of a friend,
we may never know
each other’s life or pain;
unable to console
or hug
or even wave hello.
But you paint my sparse canvas
with so many inimitable layers,
your perspective,
your experience,
your empathy,
and the brightest color –
imagination.
This is a poem
only because
you see it as one.
Image Credit: Before the Rain by Loika
NaPoWriMo #11
Poetry form: Imagism
The potted banana tree has borne fruit.
Light, water, fertilizer,
I gave it as needed.
Every day I watched it grow.
Every day it made me happy
to see the potted banana tree
thrive,
and not just survive,
in a place it wasn’t supposed to be.
Image Credit: Botanical Scenes by Bodil Jane
NaPoWriMo Day #7
Poetry form: Free verse
I walk amid
the silence of broken hearts
and ghosts of the lives never lived.
Oblivious to
the echoes of dashed dreams
and the pall of dampened spirits.
I have received good news
and in this moment,
I am invincible.
Enclosed in a happy bubble,
I let the contentment wash over me.
Later I can return to my troubles
and be part of the crowd again.
Image Credit: City in the Rain by Nidhi Chanani
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