Marble Moon
How soft are you, cotton marble?
Unwrap the cloud-covered parcel,
Luminous when both full and partial.
You truly are a wondrous marvel.
In response to the seventeenth “moon” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net
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NaPoWriMo Day 16
Hankering for Rum
The first pirate was a banker,
But for rum he would hanker,
He bought a boat with no anchor,
He was a bit of a…
Drip.
Across the waves he could zip,
In his almighty ship,
In search of a chum,
Who had plenty of rum,
But he was so dumb,
So all he did was sit,
And think about it,
Because he didn’t know…
Nothing.
He’s no pirate, he’s just bluffing.
In response to the sixteenth “skeltonic verse” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net
NaPoWriMo Day 15
Mother’s Songs
All it takes is one little word,
To crop up in conversation,
And suddenly my mother believes,
That she is a singing sensation.
But! She sings several octaves higher,
Than the artist of the song,
In a barely recognisable tune,
Plus, the lyrics are always wrong.
Well it didn’t take long at all
Before I would break into a song!
Luckily I know my lyrics,
So at least I don’t get those wrong.
Mother sings often,
Spirit as high as her key!
It is contagious.
In response to the fifteenth “bad habits” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net
NaPoWriMo Day 14
Rachael
“Rachael” is a Hebrew name,
And means little lamb, or ewe.
I was in fact a spring baby,
When little lambs are due!
It’s synonymous with purity,
Honesty and truth.
Striking with the extra A,
But hard to spell in my youth.
In response to the “name analysis” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net
Information about name meanings came from familyeducation.com
NaPoWriMo Day 13
Behold, teleportation!
Behold, a new way of travelling!
A teleportation device is unravelling!
All you need is a clicker,
To travel much quicker!
I know it all sounds rather baffling.
Oh, what would I give
For the news that we can see
Those we love, safely.
In response to the thirteenth “tomorrow’s news” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net, inspired by a prompt from Sundress Publications.
A limerick for fun, but a haiku to remove the mask, if you will.
NaPoWriMo Day 12
Echidna and Worldlet Triolet
Isn’t it odd that a word defines,
And yet it’s own meaning can be shady?
Echidna, today, is a mammal with spines,
Isn’t it odd that a word defines?
An ancient worldlet says echidna combines
The tail of a snake and the head of a lady.
Isn’t it odd that a word defines,
And yet it’s own meaning can be shady?
In response to the twelfth “Classical and Sci-fi dictionary” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net
My chosen words were “worldlet” (sci-fi) and “Echidna” (classical).
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NaPoWriMo Day 11
Tanka to Santa
Santa, you forgot!
I woke so eager, to find
A present missing.
Every wish granted except
The return of my lost dog.
Rachael, be grateful!
Santa is a busy man.
He had not the time.
We don’t find, we make, besides,
His sleigh can’t hold livestock! Elf.
In response to the eleventh “exchange of letters” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net
NaPoWriMo Day 10
Pursuit of Bold Dreams
A warm husky voice calms me,
Brings me memories captured in resin.
Nostalgia engulfs me,
And carries a worthy lesson.
Pursuit of a dream
Takes effort, with no bounds,
A furious rhythm foists me to seek,
To search, to pine, for bold sounds.
My tangled earphones surround me,
Reminding me of soft childhood tunes,
But we must leap over stepping stones,
Exploring far from the banks,
Even on rainy afternoons.
In response to the tenth “junk drawer song” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net
Instructions can be found here.
My chosen song was Hugh Harris’ Rhythm of Life, and my junk drawer contained: wires; shells encased in resin; old music devices; and a ring pouch.
NaPoWriMo Day 9
A Cat’s To Do List
I must remember to wake my human,
Before I bumble downstairs.
I prod her face, with my gentle paw,
And purr until she cares.
When I hear her footsteps,
Along the staircase,
It’s time to wiggle my rear, jump off the bed,
And then begin the race.
I always beat her to the door,
But I must remember my belly.
So I will rush to my bowl, in the kitchen,
And demand the food most smelly.
After chasing the birds, I must not forget,
When it’s time to come inside.
I must cause a raucous, with my yowl,
But this damages my pride.
So when my human opens the door,
Her patience I must test.
I stretch, I lick, then I strut inside.
And at last, I will need a rest.
In response to the ninth “to do list” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net
Based on the antics of Jake, my childhood friend, who blessed my life for sixteen years.
NaPoWriMo Day 8
Green, Victor
The tide was not completely in,
There had been no splashes on the sea wall,
All along the west of the beach.
And yet I heard the moon call.
I saw her enticing light,
But it was not my time.
Still, I lie buried beneath spades of dirt.
And for what crime?
I am fuelled with anger,
I, like the tide, never finished my round.
Now I have no power over you,
I’m just decaying in the ground.
I hope my love will not move on,
There’s no better man than me.
I knew what was best for you,
Tell my story right, I plea.
I never hurt you, never once.
I only taught you right.
Your wrongs were corrected,
Each time we had a little fight.
I can’t bear to watch over you,
When I have no control.
Instead I’ll walk across the sand,
As the untimely waves roll.
A continuation of Vic’s Haunt, a previous poem of mine!
In response to the eighth “Return to Spoon River” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net
Inspired by the poems featured in Edgar Lee Masters’ Spoon River Anthology.
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