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Tag Archives: NaPoWriMo 2016
Rapunzel’s Hairdresser
.. Girl, I did not keep those golden tresses of yours deep conditioned for all these years so you could let some strange dude climb them. Show some self respect. Did I not also teach you how to swordfight, how … Continue reading
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Tagged fractured fairy tales, hair poems, Lady Godiva, NaPoWriMo 2016, only her hairdresser knows, Rapunzel
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oh, poem.
.. oh, word jenga heart spill versonification of soul, gathered quiet stones on white river, rafting; paper holler black clacked nonsense clattered self inky scrawled sky raised phrase phase parenthetical pulp, s t u t t e r i n … Continue reading
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Tagged kenning, NaPoWriMo 2016, personification of poem, poeming on poeming
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Mermaid Survival Guide
{How to live on dry land when what you really crave are gills.} .. breathe words. hold bubbled syllables on on hungry tongue. swim sky. allow trees to spin their secrets, un -shelled in acorn, morning song. sing breeze. the … Continue reading
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Tagged mermaid poems, my muse must be a mermaid, NaPoWriMo 2016, poeming, Poetry, sirens
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Just North of Dennison
.. My Grandma Ruth prit’neart raised 7 boys all by herself, in rural Ohio. Without a driver’s license. She washed the deeshes by hand each night, and ate fried feesh on Fridays. Grandpa walked the railroad tracks home every day, … Continue reading
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Tagged Grandma Ruth, memory poems, NaPoWriMo 2016, nutmeg cookies, poeming, Poetry, sounds of home
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when (apo)strophes curl their way into her dreams
.. midnight. the trochees and the dactyls are attacking again. truth is a tercet of song. she tells it slant, in staves of six, syn -tax notwithstanding. spondee sky is calling, falling in psalms of place, skeltonic clouds catching … Continue reading
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Tagged echo, NaPoWriMo 2016, poetic terms, rispetto moon, The Poetry Dictionary
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Drab Bard
{In words drown I: 22 lines that are evenly odd} (a Palindrome Poem) .. We few (too hot to hoot): Never odd or even, are we not drawn onward to a new era? A Santa at Nasa, deified; bird … Continue reading
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Tagged do geese see God?, NaPoWriMo 2016, palindrome poems, palindromes
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The Law of T(h)rees
.. These silent elms make paper trails of silver moon; my haunted heart makes haste of all these wasted things and more. Ask the acorn how she’s grown. Ask the silent elms to pilfer the silver moon’s glow, a tao … Continue reading
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Tagged haunted heart, indigo, moon songs, NaPoWriMo 2016, san san form, the tao of trees
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Cookie Prophecies for the Zombie Apocalypse
.. Confusion say: when it all cracks open, crum -bled beneath our feet, there is one thing that will ever be true: you don’t have to outrun the cannibal. You need only outrun the friend r u n n i … Continue reading
While the whole moves;and every part stands still:
(The evening shade pulls over suburbia on a random Monday.) .. There is chatter in the street, the hollow thwack thwack thwack rattle of a basketball game, the whoosh of a neighbor’s SUV. The mesquites are tucking themselves in … Continue reading