Braided: NaPoWriMo, Day 1

My hair–

in shoulder-length braid,

multi-colored strands

woven over and under,

the grey with brown overlaid,

gilded in gold—past, present, future

twined together

sharing the same roots.

Back it all goes,

away from my face.

(Don’t touch.)

 

I look in the mirror,

wonder if wisps of spring bloom

still in autumn frost.

What does it matter? Lines traced

forwards and back. Lifelines.

I turn away,

wash my hands. . .again.

 

Today is the first day of poetry month.  NaPoWriMo posts a prompt for each day of the month. I’ve taken part for the past two or three years. I may not post every day. We’ll see.  Today’s prompt was: “write a self-portrait poem in which you make a specific action a metaphor for your life – one that typically isn’t done all that often, or only in specific circumstances.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Almost Like Magic, NaPoWriMo

 

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Master of the Female Half-Lengths, “Portrait of a Lady as the Magdalen,” [Public Domain], Wikipedia Commons

Almost like being haunted–

an inner voice, a muse,

 

of shadow-flickers

and twilight-swirls.

 

The spirits come

(sometimes they don’t)

 

You hear the rhythm of their dance

(or you don’t).

 

Grey wraiths become prisms

absorbing, diffusing colors

 

creating rainbows and whirlwinds

blowing words upon the page

 

where you find them—

almost like magic—

 

sensibility,

ethereal made corporeal

 

both nebulous

and precise.

 

 

Day 28 of NaPoWriMo. The challenge is to write a meta-poem. I think this is more a poem of creating, but I have a busy day, and this it’s what happened–almost like magic. 😉

 

 

 

 

And So It Goes, NaPoWriMo

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And so, the moon hums

before the storm comes,

clanging and chasing away the blue,

dimming it with charcoal hues,

electrifying sky to ground—

 

always the way, I’ve found–

bright day gives way to night,

calm voice raised before a fight,

delight to sorrow sometimes flows

erasing joy, and yet, the shadows

flicker, so come song and light.

 

The challenge for Day 19 of NaPoWriMo is to write an abecedarian poem. I’ve done two stanzas—a to e and then a to f. The full pink moon was humming fiercely this morning, but we’re supposed to get thunderstorms later today. It’s very cloudy right now, but the birds are singing!

 

 

 

NaPoWriMo: Sisters

They returned from a shopping adventure,

laughing

because a stranger thought they were twins.

laughing

because they’re three years apart,

laughing

because they differ in height and body shape–

one head with brown curls, one head with red–

laughing

because their voices and mannerisms proclaim,

“We are sisters.”

laughing

because laughing is better than crying

although some times crying is necessary, too,

laughing

because random combinations of genes

produce such similarities and such differences,

nature and nurture combined

to produce such wondrous, laughing creatures,

my daughters.

 

NaPoWriMo, Day 2: Today’s prompt was Family Potrait