2022 NaPoWriMo DAY EIGHTEEN18 April 2022 Five Causes


cause time is
so long you
can never squeeze

cause sorry
is a sweater turned
out holes at your el

cause wrinkled
is a manifesto aloof
ness mis-
placed in a crow’s

cause grains of beach
borrowed sand
crunch in your per

cause the gold-eyed
moth will catch you
ahead not

Prompt: five answers without
a noticeable question

2022 NaPoWriMo DAY FIFTEEN 15 April 2022 Chit chat

Chit chat

Small talk so small it
talk at all
releases bad
poisons pristine air
affronts the void

a relentless moth it
against lit window panes
strains wit
a slug in the mud
it denigrates wisdom
an empty crow’s nest
it lacks zest

like petals torn
from a rose in bloom
a precipice
once bisons’ doom
a wart on the tip of a nose
a litany of life’s iterations

like a broken street lamp
at thoughts’ crossroads
myth’s old promise of strife
no vacillation
chit chat ramps up a spell
silence powerless
cannot dispel

2022 NaPoWriMo DAY ELEVEN11 April 2022 The Cosmos

The Cosmos (a draft)

Huge, unimaginably immense,
beyond the grasp of any sense
the Cosmos floats,
a giant bubble, on board all mystery,
mirages, visions, dreams of the ages,
touchable present reality, too,
me, you, skyscrapers, jungle,
bridges, valleys, mountain tops,
boats plying streams,
symphonies playing in concert halls,
snowflakes and raindrops,
fingertips clicking on keyboards
in search of a verse,
successes, flops, waterfalls,
poets on all sorts of planets,
lizards and foxes, hummingbirds, elephants in the wild,
butterflies, snails, artists, nerds,
zebras in zoos, books in libraries,
walls, windows, open doors,
shores, embankments, a world’s willingness and concern,
other planets, zillions of galaxies, countless constellations
swirl in stern order, don’t collide,
Cosmos, humongous, humorous,
will abide and forever delight
in endless variations
of life’s darkness and light,
and beyond.

Praise the biggest thing you can imagine

2022 NaPoWriMo DAY TEN 10 April 2022Life, woven from love?

Life, woven from love?

Look around, see nature woo,
squirrels chase from elm to fir,
wood pigeons coo,
buds break open, leaves renew,
bristly hedgehogs stir,
so, too, the human zoo.

Bus driver beams welcome
to arriving crew,
bearded face beneath blue
hood, limping old lady,
shy newly-weds, tourist
lost in morning mist,
of local language not a gist,
mom, bundled-up baby,
bright-helmeted cyclist –

driver alive to toing and froing,
smiles farewell to all on going,
openhearted benevolence,
no mere surface happenstance,
greetings instants of luminous trove:

life unceasingly weaving love.

NaPoWriMo: write a love poem.

2022 NaPoWriMo DAY NINE 9 April Nonet on Gratitude

9 April 2022

And now for our (optional) daily prompt! Because it’s a Saturday, I thought I’d try a prompt that asks you to write in a specific form – the nonet! A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second has eight, and so on until you get to the last line, which has just one syllable.

Happy writing!

Nonet on Gratitude

Gratitude like a blond squirrel
delights in crunchy beechnuts
like an autumn leaf swirls
in a gentle wind
loves to expect
great good

2022 NaPoWriMo DAY FIVE Gargoyle to Cashier

And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual – or at least something that seems unusual in relation to that person/creature. For example, what does Hercules do when he loses a sock in the dryer? If a mermaid wants to pick up rock-climbing as a hobby, how does she do that? What happens when a mountain troll makes pancakes?

Happy writing!

Gargoyle to Cashier 5 April 2022

High up on sheer stone cliff of
a Gothic cathedral wall
Gargoyle surveyed the world below,
his task, centuries-old: repel,
terrify humans, let fear
propel them toward the good.

Gargoyle toiled yet failed,
sadly, bleak, evil ways prevailed.
Decided to shapeshift, seek
chance to influence finance,
the clanking of coins,
their curious power to entrance.

Switched gender, was assigned
supermarket cashier, a woman’s
voice. Flesh and bones,
quick choice, a pleasing face,
new name: Gabrielle or G.

Job fast-paced, rat-race:
concentrate, pay attention,
stressed, in a hurry. Instill the good
the blurry intention.

G’ enters uncharted terrain
tests unfamiliar feelings,
first shy, aloof, then friendly, warm,
tries charm, lets smiles shine,
upgrades to open-minded, kind,
sees it work wonders, before long
dares jokes, mines helpful, happy, launches laughter, song.

Takes to the role, makes friends,
serves them, endures,
excels in humour, then compassion,
suffers heart failure in the end.

Before checking out, G’s heartfelt concern: return for another round.
Last message, found posted: tall thumbs-up to all.

NaPoWriMo DAY FOUR 4 April 2022

A tongue unraveled

Amble through the jungle,
find an orchid in bloom, guest of a luxuriant tree,
inhale its aroma of words,
the scent of its honey dew heart,
rest and wonder:
are words edible art?
Like a hummingbird hover,
home in on orchid’s flower-star,
a lover, see its chalice shimmer pearly bright,
alight, your bill ajar
unfurl your tongue,
sip, savor the sweet nectar of words.
When you’ve had your fill
retract your tongue,
bill closed, coil tongue inside,
don’t frown,
fold your wings, go to bed.
Night before long
will unravel your tongue,
braid a poem’s lines around your head
like a laurel crown.

NaPoWriMo DAY TWO 2 April 2022


bare soles
afloat in space
flee from firm
ground gravel grass

let time rush
glitter restless
shun the moment

like a hummingbird
barely hover
a hungry instant
by eager blossom
forever err on
attracted away

their love
too thinly spread
offers no hold
sidesteps the open gate
holds no promise

cares not did the sun
rise or drown
lives empty-handed
lost in liquid

2022 NaPoWriMo Day 1 1st April Poolside

Two women, languorously by the hotel pool. Bored. One leafing thru a magazine, the other sipping from a tall glass that’s suddenly set down with a clink.
Did you see that?
What? without looking up.
The guy, over there.

A man in a swimsuit stands at the rim of the pool.
Oh, yes! Magazine slips from hands. Wow. I say.
Ready to dive in.
Looks like a panther.
Lithe, muscled.
Panthers don’t swim.
You sure? Sea lion then.

Standing tall, arms forward, man jumps in, slices the water. Moves forcefully, at ease.
Look how he parts the water. Like he owns it, knows it.
In his element.
A dolphin!
A shark.
See him lunge?
Such powerful strokes.
What if this shimmering rectangle of water were instead a smooth satin sheet, spread across the rectangle of a bed ?
What if the edge of the pool were the rim of the bed …
…With him, standing at the foot of the bed, ready to dive in…

Look, he’s getting out!
Water glistens on sculpted chest, spread out arms, as the unknown swimmer towels himself off…
See those powerful, tanned thighs…
Man who unknowingly cast a spell puts on a hotel robe, leaves the poolside, disappears.

Should have jumped in, too!
I was so transfixed I didn’t even think of it.
Hey, maybe we catch him at the bar!
A complete stranger! Totally unknown!
But what a presence. A body with such knowing in every movement…
Could be a shark, like you said.
I guess I’m willing to find out.

Crazy. Improper. Anyway, don’t count on me. Good night! See you in the morning! By the way haha! First find him!

The simplest letter

Chère amie,

Merci pour ton message si chaleureux et touchant.🫂

Toi, vous, êtes un vrai rayon de ☀️ soleil!

Nous aussi nous disons merci tous les jours à la vie, et bonjour aux merles et même aux corneilles. 🪶

Il n’y a que ça a faire:
être heureux, apprécier chaque instant. 🤗

Quelle joie de partager cette simple sagesse, un matin, à l’aube!🌹

Merci d’être là.
Je t’embrasse.💓