NaPoWriMo Fourteenth Post

Posted by on 15 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

yesterday, a duck
mallard from the looks of her
finding refuge here

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[posted a day late — Unfortunately I don’t have a pic of the duck who landed in our back yard Thursday. I was too busy watching her!]

NaPoWriMo Thirteenth Post

Posted by on 13 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

Half-birthday greeting
early wake-up call today
tomorrow the same

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It’s Wally’s year and a half birthday… adolescent dogs, like adolescent boys, are all legs/feet/stomachs and wanting more attention than they get. And, like adolescents of all types, haven’t yet learned the socially appropriate ways to get attention!

NaPoWriMo Twelfth Post

Posted by on 13 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: 3rd grade, NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

Some evenings, the rain
pounding on the weary roof
welcome, vernal day!

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And by way of explanation, we are studying poetry in third grade this month, and haiku today and tomorrow. [post actually being published on 4/13]

NaPoWriMo Eleventh Post

Posted by on 11 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

All day long, on my feet
watchful, alert
working and guiding and caring

a moment of inattention
and all is lost

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Posting here because the social media platform I usually use is not cooperating!

Wally ran away again. My fault. I was distracted while getting ready to take him out and opened the door before the clasp was fully closed on his collar. He’ll either come back or he won’t, but it is too dark to look for him and no way to entice him home without also encouraging wild predators to come to the house. We really need that enclosure finished… meantime I will have to try to calm down enough to get some sleep tonight since I don’t have the luxury of sleeping in or calling in sick for a lost dog.

update posted on April 13: He returned, about two hours after he fled…

NaPoWriMo Tenth Post

Posted by on 10 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

climbing
this mule balks
on the road to school

(we got back after spring break today…)

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NaPoWriMo Ninth Post

Posted by on 10 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

to market
again to purchase
a meal or two for
my love

running
LATE again
fear and pain
escape from safety
late too late
repeat

then home again
home again
home

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NaPoWriMo Eighth Post

Posted by on 08 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: Gardens and Life, NaPoWriMo, Peace Making, poetry, Poetry Month, Politics and War

It
came from the south
advancing in waves
crashing against the mountains,
retreating, and
moving on.

It
buffeted the trees
and the grasses
and the birds
flying high or low
could not escape
the crush of the moment.

It
moved alongside the traffic,
now pummeling against,
now swiping left
or right,
and the cars dodged within the lanes
driven on
into the darkness ahead.

It
pushed the waters into hills
leaving valleys in the lakes
gasping for time
the frogs and the fishes
at once hidden and exposed
waves on the riverbanks
reveal and destroy.

It
tore apart the peace of spring
rent the fabric of newborn fields
pierced that moment in the day
when quiet was about to fall
and fell
into the terror of the storm.

[This poem was inspired by a drive north in the middle of a windstorm that uprooted trees, caused multiple accidents, and damaged many areas. This coincided with the U.S. taking military action without approval of congress during a terrible upheaval in the nation.]

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NaPoWriMo Seventh Post

Posted by on 07 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: Gardens and Life, NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

On the seventh day of the fourth month of (yet another) year.

It was too little
and it was too much.

It came too soon, too late;
too late, too soon.

Too little too late, too much too soon are more often bemoaned,
but isn’t
Too much too late, too little too soon
just as bad, in an inverse way?

Why, when, wherefore (having so recently seen another Shakespearean tragedy…)
How are we to measure, or judge, or distinguish
this truth
from that lie
and that moment
from this time?

The time flying past like a magpie in the story, catching up the wish
to carry it home.

Somewhere, it will all make sense again.

NaPoWriMo Sixth Post

Posted by on 06 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: Gardens and Life, Making a Difference, NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

I will stay until the wind changes,
said Mary Poppins to the children.

Like Mary Poppins, I came when the wind was right.
And when the wind changes, I must go.

The life that is torn between service to this cause
and that person
is a life of pilgrimage;
wandering as need and opportunity are exposed.

Today, I am here.
This moment, I am present to you.
Tomorrow?

Let’s see where the wind takes us.

NaPoWriMo Fifth Post

Posted by on 06 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: Family Matters, Gardens and Life, good things, NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

Hundreds of miles from home
I am home again
with my grandfather
walking the streets
past the bookstores and
ice cream parlor
past the little shops and
around the park
Home again with my grandfather
When I am with my grandfather, I am home.

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