morning sun
coming down the cliff
the ocean night
1sojournal – NaPoWriMo: Day 17 Smorgasbord Sunday
NaPoWriMo – Sunday – April 17, 2016
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NaPoWriMo – Prose Poetry – April 16, 2016
Knobby kneed she’s not – notice
the shapely curve of leg and thigh.
When one thinks of a skeleton in the closet,
One doesn’t expect this .. rather fleshy isn’t it?
Sam’s wife is sitting in the living-room,
(She’s just come back home unexpectedly).
He called me on the phone – asked me over …
I popped in without hesitation.
My apartment door is in front of theirs.
Now how do I get her out … amazing, Meredith
Hasn’t caught on yet … but then, he was wise –
He didn’t take her into their marriage bed!
She’s nearly dressed …
We’re ready to leave the guest room –
I explain my plan then I go ahead of her …
“Mere and Nadine – come here onto the terrace,
Let’s have a glass of wine.” he says.
“Fine!” I reply, thank heaven’s he’s got some brains.
Meredith sits with her back to the door.
The young women streaks through the room
And out the door she runs.
How is it that it doesn’t slam – a miracle I suppose.
I feel clammy – what one doesn’t do for a childhood friend.
Meredith rubs her knee against mine …
Now this is a different cup of tea,
She’s come home early to be with me.
© G.s.k. ‘16
Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie – Photo Challenge #108 – by NEKNEERAJNaPoWriMo 2016
NaPoWriMo: Day 14 – Late – April 15, 2016
in the morning of time
the child arose smiling
birds sang in the trees
walking down the path
as each new spring day begins
the perfume is sweet
these silver dew drops
twinkle under the new sun
life’s precious gems
why rock the old cradle
certainly no child lies here
except in memory
listen to these notes:
they are the keys of my soul
or so you tell me
although written long ago
for a moon long forgotten
© G.s.k. ‘16
1sojournal – NaPoWriMo: Day 14 – Words: child, walk, silver, cradle, keys, moon
I didn’t write on my blog at all yesterday and so this is a day late.
Secret Keeper Promt # 37 – April 15, 2016
oh my gentle friend
as we sit looking into space
this event called life
moves throughout eternity
with neither reason nor aim
© G.s.k. ‘16
NASA Researchers: DNA Building Blocks Can Be Made in Space: “NASA-funded researchers have evidence that some building blocks of DNA, the molecule that carries the genetic instructions for life, found in meteorites were likely created in space.”
The Secret Keeper – Weekly Writing Prompt #32 Week: 5 Words: | SPACE | FRIEND | EVENT | MOVE | AIM |
Sunday Whirl and NaPoWriMo – Haiku and Tanka – April 10, 2016
wintry last stands
where talk ends and hope is born
rain drips on blossoms
the river flows
tales under the surface
call to us
concentric circle shimmers
as a trout eat mosquitoes.
© G.s.k. ‘16
A to Z Challenge – The letter H – April 10, 2016
“How ditty-do
How do you do and mercy-bow ku!”
Outside the hospice
Howitzer Howie
Hollered horribly.
“Hello, howdie – How are ya?”
Hetty heard the
Hunted haunted man and shuddered:
His hat was askew o’er
His head of red-hennaed hair,
But what halted her were
His horrified hollow eyes.
“How did this happen?
What hell hazed his brain?”
Hetty hushedly whispered
As she resumed to hustled away.
No one can know
What the Howies and Harrys
And nameless homeless heroes
Are hostages,
Except maybe some historians
Like Harold who studies
War and battles
including the Battle of Hamel
of 1918
Where Howie fought
and was lost.
© G.s.k. ‘16
Blogging from A to Z Challenge – H
Unfortunately I missed writing yesterday as I was very busy and couldn’t post. So for the A to Z Challenge I’m writing today, Sunday, which usually is a free day … and I’ll be writing later today to make up for yesterday’s missing NaPoWriMo. Bastet
NaPoWriMo – Badriomaku – April 8, 2016
In Passing
feelings
receding facts
lost old horizons
death
removed the fever
of my feelings
now I am – numb.
© G.s.k. ‘16
Six months have passed since my husband died in a fatal accident. The strange thing about sudden death is that it leaves you feeling that everything is some sort of joke. That you’ll turn around and your loved one will be there giggling at you for having been so silly to fall for it. Only that never happens.
Life continues in its everyday normalcy leaving things hanging like a broken spider web floating in the wind. Unresolved problems, unresolved actions. Sometimes out of the blue one of those problems will pop out … and you fall into a memory hole. Like today, when the new furnace went on the blink again. Ciao, Bastet.
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Words: feelings, facts, receding, horizon, fever, numb
With a syllable count of 2-3-5-1-5-4-5, the Hungarian Badriomaku is interesting in that it gives you a structure that doesn’t fit any preconceived ideas.
I was introduced to this form by Graeme. Thanks, Graeme!
A to Z Challenge – The Letter F – April 7, 2016
Fending freely
In fields and forests
Foraging for food
From trees and vines:
Fungi, flowers and fruits
Maybe field mice
Or frogs and fish.
Feasting at times
At others,
Frankly frugal repasts!
Formidably
Our forefathers
Fended for millennium thus!
Following food with the seasons
Frightened sometimes freezing.
Finally,
First feeble weapons were fashioned
Then fire was fabricated
Finally farms were founded
Furnishing families with food
In abundance!
But fatally
Fortifications, fratricide and fallacious fantasies
Of supposed superiority
Followed forthwith;
Filthying men’s minds,
Undermining faithful friendships,
Fomenting frustration and felons.
Fine, fine fare thee well!
© G.s.k. ‘16
A to Z Challenge – The Letter D – April 5, 2016
Moulin Rouge Toulouse-Lautrec Paintings – 1890
Delightful Daphne,
Dowager dame
from Dorroughby downs
Danced (dusting daisies) at dawn
In damask digs,
Dumbfounding Daft old Dan!
(Doubting his eyes
Daft Dan did declare:
“Damn, I’m dreaming drivel!”)
Alas duly assured,
The delighted demented debaucher
Dropped down on his knees
Declaring his demise
If she denied his devotion.
Diffident in her dishevelment
Daphne demurred daintily,
Declaring:
“Devotion does demand a
Desirous dedication,
Disregard for dithering declarations
and I do mean durable discretion.
Do declare; “I Do! My dotty devotee”
Then dignify your declaration
With delightful deportment:
Dancing through the daisies
Disrobed at dawn with me!”
© G.s.k. ’16
Reblog: Morning Haiku and Waka – NaPoWriMo – April 5, 2016
From Bastet’s Waka Library on Blogger …
And a tanka:
morning serenade
sweet perfume of mimosa
and thoughts of you
what more can be said of spring
then a warming I love you?
© G.s.k. ’16
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