NaPoWriMo - Day Eight

Okay so. NaPoWriMo. Prompts are well, designed to prompt you into writing. Today’s prompt worked. Kinda. It prompted me to realize that I have absolutely no talent whatsoever as far as working in iambic pentameter. So with that said, I’m deviating from the prompt for the first day, which is disappointing to me, and yet not.

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I will always see you
standing so quietly on that shore
with rapids breaking around
your ankles like some liquid glass
both cutting
and bleeding into memory

spires and crosses
of our past, hovering over us, judge
and jury to all that we’ve ever been
and our angel standing tall as she gives
her closing argument
fingers curled tightly, trying to
hold on — to keep from crumbling
into oblivion

“some fusion in which we
would both disappear” is how you
once described it, but I can’t see fusion
I see instead our angel, beautiful and monolithic,
a testimony to what is real
but yet unable to endure, unable
to withstand the white heat of ageless
sunrise, and the pelting of rain
slowly breaking away, crumbling
into indignity.

The sun slowly falls–
shadowing hands
sliding away until only
fingertips touch
before that last sliver
of sunset breaks through
before dying.

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NaPoWriMo - Day Seven

I said “I love you”.
He said “I’ve loved you forever”.


Before we married, I told him I’d do anything for him.
Now I do everything for him.


Dinner must be on the table at six, not a moment late.
His clothes must be folded just so.


The house must be dusted and vacuumed and tidied daily.
No dirty dishes are allowed in the sink at any time.


Our children are not allowed to be dirty or unkempt.
Children are to be seen, not heard.


The lawn is to be mowed on Tuesday using diagonal lines.
The cars are to be washed on Saturday morning between 10:00 and 2:00.


A lady is to wear dresses since pants are for men.
The Bible says a womans hair is her glory.


His money belongs to him.
Purchases must be submitted for his approval.


I no longer have any friends.
He told me that he is all I need.


He says I am his life.
He says I am his world.


I didn’t know my life would be like this.
I have only myself to blame.


Noncompliance results in punishment.
He makes sure the bruises are hidden well.


Peroxide does not remove blood completely, shampoo must be used.
Doctors are to be seen only once so they do not ask questions.


But could you perhaps love me a little less?









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NaPoWriMo - Day Six - A Valediction

Wednesday nights are church.
Storms crash overhead but
there is no hail, no rain,
no blue white lightning to
pierce the veil of darkness.


I have to get ready, but
there is nothing there, the
closet is empty and I stand
naked, crying
not knowing why.


Sirens sound, doors open
and close. Reverberating through thunder.
I see everything and nothing
because everything is too much
and nothing is not enough.


You’re there though
work clothes in the street
angry water swirling
around your knees
face to the sky


i want so badly to scream,
the water…it’s hungry tonight
lapping at your flesh,
torrents raining down from the sky
chanting, “hungry, hungry, hungry”


I try to understand,
watching helplessly as you
skim the overhead power lines
with the buzzing edge
of a chainsaw blade.


“What are you DOING?”
“Don’t you KNOW…….?”


FInally, the blue white flash
of storm, of electricity untamed
and suddenly, you’re just….
not there. Gone.
Wiped away in a second.


“Daddy?”
“Dad……..”


Tears roll unchecked, tracing
lines of grief, of pain
mourning all over my face
horror in my heart,
soul empty.


I’m still talking to you, as if you never left
and nothing here makes any sense
except that you’re still gone
and I just woke from nightmare feeling
seventeen all over again.


In loving Memory.
Edwin Sutton Pond
Father, Best Friend, My Everything.
2/15/1934 – 6/15/1981





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NaPoWriMo - Day Five - A Cinquain

Admittedly, it’s been a few years since grammar school, so I’m not sure how accurate this actually is, must admit this was the hardest challenge thus far for me.

Stories
untold, undone
undiscovered memoirs
grandpa recalls with clarity
forever











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NaPoWriMo - Day Four

 Irregular Apocolypse

Movies and television have it all wrong
There will be no zombies running amok,
no alien spaceships hovering
over New York or DC or Los Angeles
No ice ages that will freeze us all as we stand
and no global tsunamis
washing over humanitys home.
Our downfall wil be our own,
our responsibility, our regret
our mistakes
We are our own apocolypse.

We stomp through life,
seemingly unaware that in so doing
We step one booted foot at a time
into our own undoing.
Our own downfalls.
Perhaps it is our curse
the fact that we destroy everything
we touch.
That we take without giving.
That we rampage through our
own home on Earth
without thought or consequence.

Once upon a time, we were new here
We worked with our Earth
and took only what she gave
and were thankful
We lived on her schedule
we plowed in season
we sowed in time
She gave us everything
but everything has never been enough.

We take advantage
and the little we have learned
has been learned far too late
We are
our own apocolypse
and it is anything but regular.






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NaPoWriMo - Day Three

A modern sea shanty.

Jon Boats, Bass Boats, Long boats all,
We fish every season from summer to fall.
With a beer in one hand and a pole in the other
We’re friends one and all, an odd band of brothers.

We fish, and we fish, and we fish all day long
We drink and we drink and we sing the fish song
There’s no where else we’d rather be
Than a river, a lake, a stream, or the sea.

We’ve got a full cooler, a pot full of bait
There’s never a very good reason to wait
The fish be a-biting, the suns shining hot
We could eat for a year on the fishes we got

We fish, and we fish, and we fish all day long
We drink and we drink and we sing the fish song
There’s no where else we’d rather be
Than a river, a lake, a stream, or the sea.

I’ve a pig on me left knee, a cock on me right,
So should I go under, my charms they will fight
I’ve a swallow on the bottoms of each of me feet
So my fair wife and children again I might meet

We fish, and we fish, and we fish all day long
We drink and we drink and we sing the fish song
There’s no where else we’d rather be
Than a river, a lake, a stream, or the sea.

At the end of the day when we’ve fished ourselves out
We’ve got bass and bream and a pretty fat trout
We’ve packed up our lures, our poles and our ties
Don’t ask us about sizes and we’ll tell you no lies.

We fish, and we fish, and we fish all day long
We drink and we drink and we sing the fish song
There’s no where else we’d rather be
Than a river, a lake, a stream, or the sea.






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NaPoWriMo - Day Two 4/2/2013

It only rains on Tuesdays,
the bus always runs on time
Chef Ramsey never gets angry
you can buy anything you want with a dime.

Kitty cats never get sleepy
Little dogs never bite
Watched pots boil quickly
And the sun shines brightest at night.

Babies don't cry on airplanes,
Traffic never backs up,
Daryl Dixon loves zombies
And Cujo was s sweet little pup.

Cops have a great sense of humor,
Strippers love one dollar bills
Grizzly bears hate salmon
And ghosts never gave anyone chills.

Its always overcast in California
New Orleans is very dry,
New York is quaint and quiet
And Las Vegas is actually quite shy.

Tigers have no stripes,
Zebra's have spots
Cougars have some stripes
and Elephants have nots.

Ladies do not like chocolate
And men have never liked beer
Children love their vegetables
And ice cream never finds your rear.

Sitcoms are educational
Documentaries keep you awake
Models eat donuts for breakfast
And Playboy's pictures aren't fake.

Dandelions grow where you want them,
Grass will never need mowed
Bunnies don't really like clover
And rows have no need be hoed.

Writing always comes easy,
Novels are easy as pie,
Bloggers are never quite honest
And poets never, ever lie.





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