Tag Archives: National Poetry Writing Month

Day 25, NaPoWriMo 2017

napo2017button1This week’s assignment for poetry class was to write a poem around the premise, “You crack me up with all this truth.” I riffed on the two words that jumped out at me, crack and truth.

Of truth and crack


Truth is like crack: the pure stuff
will set you free
but the stuff that’s been cut
with this or that
will really mess you up.


Truth cracks us over
the head like a two-by-four
– which is how the universe gets
our attention when metaphor
isn’t enough.


Truth continues to seep through
the cracks no matter how well we think
we have insulated ourselves.


Truth is the temblor that cracks
the foundation of every human


The china dolls say: If you tell us
the truth we may crack up; we prefer
the alternative.


Day 17, NaPoWriMo 2017

During discussion in a poetry class last week, someone posed the question, “Is ice cream a decision?” Rather than allow us to become completely sidetracked, the instructor wisely turned the question into a writing assignment. If you feel inspired to join the fun, please post your poem in the comments or link back to this post from your own blog so I can read it. 🙂

Is ice cream a decision?

It is an imperative, a command
that cannot be ignored, force
powerful beyond the imagination
of resistance, second
only perhaps to air.

Flavor is the only true decision.


Day 14, NaPoWriMo 2017


magnolia blossoms glow in the night-dark
yard, reflecting the moon’s light
as if they were themselves moons or sea creatures

impregnated with phosphorescent cells,
brightening the fertile gloom
in cool imitation of the unseen sun



Day 12, NaPoWriMo 2017

napo2017button1I can always count on tarot to spark my imagination. This is from the Fairy Tale Tarot (Lisa Hunt, 2009), a gorgeous deck that is out of print but digitally available thanks to The Fool’s Dog. This image came from their Tarot Sampler IV.

Look deeper

A woman may swallow a seed
that is not a seed and bear
a child that is not a child.

A selfish old man may indulge
himself by pretending
to indulge his grandson.

A child that wants to play
with a box may be a raven
who steals back the sun.

A child may be a raven.
A box may hold the sun.
A thief may be a hero.

Things are not always what they seem.

Day 10, NaPoWriMo 2017

Yesterday was so busy that even though I wrote something, I opted to go to bed when I got home rather than post. The muse did not approve, it seems, as I slept very poorly.


attendance     quorum     agenda
minutes     motion     second
amendment     call the question

all in favor     all opposed
motion carries     motion does not carry
old business     new business

tabled     if nothing further



Day 8, NaPoWriMo 2017

Emily Dickinson is a real dickens to trace! Her language is so precise and her images so concrete, it is difficult to create something more than a pale imitation or weak echo. I’ve been wrestling with a couple Dickinson poems for about a week, and this is the first thing that has even faintly resembled something I could call my own.

Moon! You were finding me
the whole night by
gaps in the blinds too tiny
to be seen by day

Beam after beam of silver light
swept the pillow, seemed to hit
my eyes, no matter that
they were tightly shut

This morning I hold you
to blame for my slow
rising, even though
I stayed out past two

(loosely patterned after poem no. 1035 “Bee! I’m expecting you!” by Emily Dickinson – http://hellopoetry.com/poem/2416/bee-im-expecting-you/)


Day 7, NaPoWriMo 2017

Book titles are a great source of inspiration. I pulled these from some catalogs I found while cleaning. Found poetry, indeed.

The secret library

the odd one out
in the great green room
is lost among the living

no time to clean
the mist in the mirror
in simple circles and quick curves

touch the wild
garden at the dragon’s gate
an antidote to venom

the eve of a hundred midnights
the desire of the everlasting hills

nothing is worth more than this day