napowrimo 2021, Poetry, sijo

20.moored

tethered to earthbound perception, born free the butterfly is
sensing the sounds of frogs, the night brings out the stars
it happens so quickly, passing from one world into the next

napowrimo 2021 day 20, write a sijo

poets note: delightful form, sijo from korea. outside it’s a beautiful day… inside my heart i’m still saying goodbye

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Poetry, short story, SundayScribblings

the world is spinning spring page 8

napowrimoo 2011
my everyday journal day 8, page 8

this everyday journal comes in handy at the oddest moments. i began day 1 of the napowrimo 2011 excited with the anticipation of the finish fully loaded for completion. each day embraced soft and smooth as the freshly laundered shirts of my lover. well that all changed once the dawn of day 7 appeared and took off as a fast filly running a renegade herd. all the while i kept up with my two feet doing what i was suppose to be doing. but by noon i had to acknowledge the anchor of my reasoning was sorta sputtering slow quick in an unseen quicksand yanking all thoughts askew. preoccupied with more pressing nothings i just sorta let go in absence and went with the winged current i was caught in. washed ashore there at the end of the day entangled in bunches of tied up empty words going every which way rushing nowhere and everywhere. extreme the exasperation, i let up on the accelerator slowed to about 85 then 50 then to a cruising 30 and pretty soon i was idle. pulling the plug i parked in a peaceful place and i gotta tell you it felt good, real good. a long while later i settled into supine and the sounds of still. it was around midnight quiet outside and the world was sleeping. unhurried i could hear the momentum of universal slumber.

let’s see now it’s day 11 or is it 12? who knows what day it is but i’m pretty sure it’s way past 8. i’m considering picking up day eight and kick start to catchup. a few seconds pass. ok, i skimmed over my options and, nah, i think i’ll just cruise on in my normal haphazardous literary fashion and catch it next year.

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3WW, Poetry

3ww.unheard

thom g’s 3ww. this week’s offer:  adamant, fabricate, peculiar
day 7, napowrimo 2011

not very good at eye contact
he kept his head low
hiding a series of grunts
gruel for expression

most thought him peculiar
bantering fodder to innocent observers
adamant opus opine opinion
detained by sightless eyes enunciate

a vet who wanders still and quiet
leftover parts his fabricated heart
torn by turmoil life and death
his wife a burning flame

candle light constant
by window’s sight
her hope to follow
come home soon

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napowrimo 2011, short story, we write poems

we write poems. firemaker

we write poems: making fire
photo: sherwood411, flickr
day 6, napowrimo 2011

Fire Sticks

night comes and we sleep knowing the sun will return. before long there is a first call commotion. a band of birds on a branch twittering. connected comes the changing of lights. the darkness disappears and just as swiftly appears the soft sincerity of a rising sun. emerging we celebrate the arrival of light that dismisses the cool air and the delicate nourishing dew brushing against our cold bare feet.

in the very first hours of morning we step right into the warm shining day towards the circle where everything began. there in the middle a few thread bare sticks and the ancient fire maker. he simply sat silent whispering little lightning bolts towards the sticks. prancing as alerted fireflies they alight upon the sticks disappear and before a time fire appears in the rising smoke and crackle. he is our fire maker and we bow in reverence. as a people our fire maker gives our village much.

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6S, napowrimo 2011, one word

one word.strength

one word 60 seconds write. today’s word: strength
six sentences ; day 5, napowrimo 2011

Luggage

i use to think strength was everything, to hold on until you can’t hold on no more. now i know differently. it ain’t so bad to let go. that’s a different kind of strength. an unseen strength that’s more than myself. oozing out and overflowing like a strange brew of magic.

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