Will you ride a wild blue horse? Gallop red field leave purple wake jump diamond fence land on lightening ride it to Orion I will see your light forever. Purple hoof beats on black canvas sewn to my blue velvet heart with the carbon thread of stardust #NaPoWriMo #day21 #surreal #poetry

My Dad fell … Ambulance Mmm hmm, mmm hmm Yes, that’s right, suite 422 No, he’s not bleeding Breathing? Yes, but laboured He can’t … I don’t know He can’t get up Please, we need hel … No Eighty seven No blood thinners Leva Dopa Carba Dopa Yes, Parkinsons No Pacemaker, and a stent Okay, thank you Yes, I will stay on the line I hear them now They are in the parking lot Yes, thank you, thank you #NaPoWriMo #day20 #reallifespeak #poetry

Writing a poem a day is really hard. This process does not work for me. Although, it does force a lot of new material. Force being the operative word. It is more effective for me to do two or three poems in a day. Clear the slate. Clear the mind. Open the heart. Create an environment in which to create. I must get quiet inside to make space to welcome the words. Enjoy it. Relish it. Don’t push it. Feel it, don’t force it. Let it come. If I create a space it will find a path.

For your protection heavy yet flexible it wraps any every part of your body movement is still available but requires more effort the cashier at the grocery store and the teller at the bank can’t see it How are you? they say I’m fine, you say but you’re not you are being crushed by the lost weight of your loved one and you will never be the same again Lead can kill you #NaPoWriMo #day18 #elegy #poetry

Incoming! Yes, cat hair welcome back, always room for you. Likewise litter. Dried mud, come on in. You, shoe rock, stuck in the beater bar. Back to the boot mat with you! More cat hair, over there with the rest. Earing back, does she know that you’re here? Whoa! Whoa up there. We’re full down here. New bag please! #NaPoWriMo #day17 #poetry #vacuumcleaner

Girl woman with a birthday cake and no idea a birthday cake and a body she doesn’t understand a birthday cake and she doesn’t doesn’t want to be here #NaPoWriMo #day16 #poetry

Quiet, I say! Stop your clatter. What’s the matter with you? You rend the morning without warning. Your bellowing breaks the mellow of the day. Stop, I say or I must go away. #NaPoWriMo #day15 #dramaticmonologue #poetry

Deer Rows, Eye right to ask for you’re hand inn marriage. Pleas no that eye fined you suite and fare. If aloud two eye wood love you four ever. If eye halve one yore heart eye will by ewe a wring maid of gold. Eye prey that ewe will knot say know as that wood brake my heart. Merry me oar my sole may dye. Sincerely, Gym #NaPoWriMo #day14 #homophonesgraphsnyms #poetry

Tide to the moon Surface, secret keeper of the deep Sun glittered and wind rippled Or savagely dark Guards shapes, sizes, colours, textures Salty fins and tentacles Surviving and thriving Where we cannot see or breathe Larger than land Bluer and blacker than sky Mother of oxygen For millions of years Permeated with languages We cannot speak Sung by creatures We cannot fathom #NaPoWriMo #day13 #mysterious #poetry

It has a heft to it. The weight of years and people and love and loss. In its former forms it was three wedding rings, two engagement rings, and a birthday gift to a sixteen year old girl. The girl has grown into grandmother. All the diamonds and gold have become gifts from the dead, sitting in dark boxes, fading like memories. Delight turned dull and saddening. Until one day there is an idea, and a goldsmith, forging all those lingering loves into new purpose, with a real he

Small, quiet, shy. Timid even. Forgetful. Absent mindedly staring out the classroom window she forms an early relationship with the narrator inside her little blond head. This is her original self. Disguised beneath the years of growing, learning, fun, fear, love, loss, pain, scars. The veneer of confidence projected out of necessity for survival. Nothing. Nothing has changed. She is still the small, shy, narrator of her own life. #NaPoWriMo #poetry #day11 #origin

I love the snow lakes and rivers in their solid form five months of pure white quiet eventually retreats into melt and mud washouts and sandbags water in all the wrong places but soon enough it all dries up and dries and dries and burns smoke and evacuation alerts jagged nerves pray for any kind of rain until one day it falls in soothing sprinkles along with the pine needles soft days and crisp nights hold gentle anticipation of the first snow #NaPoWriMo #poetry #weather #sea

As I write this terrible poem I am doing laundry drinking wine listening to opera staring out the window breathing getting hungry patting a cat and procrastinating #NaPoWriMo #poetry #day9 #multitasking

Someone neglected to put you away I rescued you from the far reaches of the parking lot imagining stories of who might have left you there old man with bad hip tired mother with wide awake children little old lady with dementia inconsiderate jerk You have one wheel with a flat spot on it so you kaklunk kaklunk kaklunk across the grocery store floor Still you do your job eighty-five dollars and fifty-seven cents later we return to the parking lot shift the shopping to the trun

Spring dull powdery yellow dusting everything car windows doors floors eyelashes nose hairs #NaPoWriMo #poetry #pollen

It wasn't possible until it was Apollo set down an eagle tranquil as could be and then there were footprints #NaPoWrimo #poetry #possibilities #if

Can you help us now? Fix this mess that we have made. And the cat said “Meow.” There is plastic in the ocean. There is carbon in the air. Can you help us now? Fires roar through forests. Rivers rampage o’er their banks. And the cat said “Meow.” Thought we made the internet. It’s really made of cats. Can you help us now? Inscrutable your wisdom. Indifferent your demeanor. And the cat said “Meow.” For we are only human. Sometimes blind and sometimes selfish. Can you help us now

I know you didn't mean to leave me you tried hard to stay alive through the pain and the drugs slowly swallowed from the inside by that sad sick sinister soul stealer #NaPoWriMo #Poetry #sad

Elusive words play hide and seek well hidden perhaps disguised in plain sight white like paper too bright for this poor poet finding only dull ones here and there #Poetry

I was born with my first and second names and my first last name gifted from my mother and father my second and third last names were borrowed from men the third last name I kept because it is pretty Where did you get that name? Did you choose it yourself? #Poetry