National Poetry Month Day 26 – Stillness

Day 26! It’s getting harder to crank out poems every day. This is the last week so I feel like I need to push myself. We’ll see what happens. Over all this has been a pretty good challenge.

#26
When the words don’t come
or they stick
to your tongue
get up and move.
Stretch toward the sun.

Crown yourself with flowers
and oils;
cleanse in nature’s showers
for hours and hours.

Laugh, cry, yell;
make room for the new
that will come like the crisp ring of a bell!

Rest! Close your eyes!
Close your eyes!
Close your eyes!

National Poetry Month Day 25 – Affirmation

Today’s poem/piece is a simple affirmation. I need an extra bit of motivation as I’ve been working on a sestina that isn’t quite there yet. I’ll get it, I’m sure. Hope this motivates and inspires you too.

#25

I observe.
I think.
I reflect.
I create.
I am.

Now I think tacos are in order! Enjoy your weekend! 💖

National Poetry Month Day 24 – Out of the Blue

Happy Friday! Happy 24th day of National Poetry Month! How you doing? You good? I’m good. I hope you are.

I wrote today’s poem after reading a short article about glowing sand. Photoplankton and other dilly-bops give it its color. And I decided to play with the word blue and create a rhyme scheme of my own. Here we go:

Blue Bayou 

Away, you and I
to Manzanita
where the sand glows
blue and the water soothes.
We’ll be surrounded by
blue. We’ll float (or fly) however we choose.
And of each other we’ll be
blue; taking time to pursue
our coming together.

This turned out pretty clean. I like the play of the word blue (*note I am using the italicized blue here to mean informed/know as W.M. Thackeray used “blue” in his writing about women.) I thought I’d give it a shot.

National Poetry Month Day 23 – In the Rain

It’s raining here where I am and everywhere else it seems like. So the rain is my inspiration today.

#23
I’d like to slip inside
a cloud and become a
juicy raindrop.
I would float along all
day until I hovered
where you are. I’d
make a great rukkus
to get your attention.
Then when you looked
up at the sky I’d
fall slowly,
slowly, slowly
down, kiss you on
the nose or maybe
right between the eyes.
I might run down
your cheek
and arc beneath your
chin, tickle you
softly until you
forgot what you
were doing.
You’d chase me
with your fingers,
smear me against
your skin.
I’d be so happy
to be near you again.

National Poetry Month Day 22

I’ve had a lot of hot cocoa this morning. I feel a lunchtime nap coming on. I figured I would post today’s poem before the nap vibe hit too hard. Enjoy.

#22

I’m searching for softer,
gentler winds.
No more gusts or gales
will take me over.

I’ll walk with the rain,
and rise to the sun,
but never again look
over my shoulder.

Thanks for reading! 💖

National Poetry Month Day 21-Golden Shovel

Today’s poem takes lines from a poem I love using the words in order as the last word of each sentence. This form is called a Golden Shovel. The poem I borrowed from is a Nikki Giovanni poem linked -> Ego Tripping (there may be a reason why)

You Think 

You think I’m discouraged but I’m
too good at being myself, so
move back, watch yourself and these hip(s)!
I’m grand, spectacular even.
I’m moving in my
success and,yes,errors
too. You are
not ready! I come correct!

The bold words are the end lines/borrowed words from the poem I chose. Woo-hoo day 21!

National Poetry Month Day 20

#20
The light is new.
It shines out, onto and through everything-
It glimmers pink and red
bending at sharp angles showing off and whispering
about love, love, love.
The light is soothing.
It cradles and holds the
goodness in close and rocks
from side to side.
The light is understanding,
stretching and contracting
to make room for growth
and mistakes.
The light is vital. Take it in.
Let it do its work.

Another late one but it’s here. Just a few days left. I’m determined to finish poetry month with 30 poems!

National Poetry Month Day 18 – That’s a Rap

I occasionally like to step into alter ego space and pretend I’m a rapper! What it do baybeee?! Lol!

I have a bunch of raps (some downright absurd) saved on my phone (some with audio lol).

Today’s poem is a rap. I recorded/videoed myself rapping it, but I don’t know if I’m gutsy enough to post it right now (or ever). Warning for seshual innuendo

#18
You think it’s me you want
when you’re looking in my eyes
but when I lick my lips
I know you’re thinking ‘bout my thighs.
Come and get me, baby, if you want me so damn bad
I can promise you I’ll be the best you ever had.
I said come and get me, baby
if you can handle it
I will peel you quick and eat you like a banana split!
...wit nutz