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NaPoWriMo Twenty-sixth Post

Posted by on 26 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month, rain, weather

Rain
last month
last week
yesterday and
last night.

Rain as I drove onto the road.
Rain as I passed the town
and turned onto the lane
and into the driveway
to work.

Rain in the afternoon,
under, behind, and after
the rainbow
as I scurried from the shelter of the overhang
to my car and
gratefully drove home.

In the rain.

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NaPoWriMo Twenty-fifth Post

Posted by on 26 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: 3rd Grade, 3rd grade, NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

25 cents in a quarter dollar
25 is a quarter of 100 pennies
25 a half of a half-dollar
25 pennies
but
somehow
100 divided in 4 parts
is mysterious and
wonderfully strange —
and 100 divided in 25?
Practically impossible.

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NaPoWriMo Twenty-fourth Post

Posted by on 24 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

Whether we walk
through sun or shadow
we walk with those
who preceded and follow
we join our fellows
in an unending unfading unwavering
statement:
We
Are.

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NaPoWriMo Twenty-third Post

Posted by on 23 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

of what use
the attempts to dust the shelves
water the plants
straighten the pictures now hanging lopsided
tidying up

of what use
taking the time to explain (once again)
how to read
how to add and subtract
learning

of what use
making the bed
combing the hair
setting the table
simple routines

of what use
observing the passage of time
remembering a special day
they pass so quickly
keeping connections

of much use
the immense importance
maintaining normal
holding values
being faithful
speaking truth in love
when everything is falling apart

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NaPoWriMo Twenty-second Post

Posted by on 22 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

infants learn
through seemingly random
disconnected acts
and experiences

over time
a life becomes more coherent
to the actors more than
the observers

growth happens
at odd moments and in
unplanned leaps
within a framework

the mind wakes
as light shines through
breaking glass ceilings
with a glance

our futures
are not yet set
among the stars or planted
in the earth

warriors march
in ragged formation
to assert the rights of the weak
against the hubris of the gods

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NaPoWriMo Twenty-first Post

Posted by on 22 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

Do Your Best
on every test
whether written
or observed
the mantra is
for pupils who live
in uncertain times

PROOF! politicians cry
but do not comply
with their own demands

RIGOR! they scream
in ways more extreme
as they issue commands

JUDGE! and they make
excuses for eating their cake
while the children cry

from hunger
from fear
for love of learning
is the most important part
of an education
and this
is the missing content

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NaPoWriMo Twentieth Post

Posted by on 22 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

What is anger?

great sorrow
anxiety rising
up from misfortune
we simply add
our own terror
to the malaise
of the masses

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NaPoWriMo Nineteenth Post

Posted by on 22 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

A migraine crept into my head
In the nighttime while I slept
I woke too soon then slept too late
too late I woke and found the cause
the weather changed twixt night and day
the pressure changed the skies were dark
the rain held off — but clouds hung low
and all the day
they lingered

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NaPoWriMo Eighteenth Post

Posted by on 21 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

On Tuesday the rain
the smoke drifting
from the chimneys
and the trucks
the damp seeping
from the mosses
and the ferns
the wet weeping
from the cedars
and the firs
the flowers growing
from the lawns
and the fields

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NaPoWriMo Seventeenth Post

Posted by on 21 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

Monday mornings
I wake early
and gladly move
toward new challenges

Monday mornings
when the rain pounds
I struggle to rise
and finally shine

Monday mornings
the sun rises with me
and we race
into the week’s work.

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