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NaPoWriMo At The End

Good bye NaPoWriMo We’re At the Very End

 

Good bye NaPoWriMo, as tired as I have been

It’s truly inconceivable that you’ve become a friend.

I’ve never written poetry, but every day I’ve tried

And I tell you truly now, that my poor brain is fried.

 

My Microsoft Word is always open

And I lock myself into my den.

So I won’t miss a wondrous thought

A tape recorder I’ve even bought.

 

You’ve made me rhyme my sentences

I know by looking at my friends it is

A fact that they just want to escape

Or on my mouth put masking tape

 

I’ve a reservation in the Looney bin

But I’ll be adding to their poetic din

Goodbye my NaPoWriMo friend

And to the winds I will this send

 

I’ll ne’r forget you leading me

On to this smooth and wondrous sea.

You’ve opened a hole into my brain

That can empty itself like pattering rain.

NaPoWriMo

BLAME  IT ALL ON SOMEONE ELSE

Once I saw a dainty dancer

She twirled across the stage.

I wondered if this little figure

Was filled with joy or rage?

 

I saw no feelings on her face

As it was just a blur

I stood there staring at her grace

And wished I could be her.

 

Once I saw a woman ride

A horse so artfully;

Not a movement did she make

Their minds were one, you see

 

They walked and turned while in the ring

They cantered, jumped and flew.

Horse and rider both as one

I said “I want to be you”

 

Unfortunately, I go through life

Not looking at my talents.

Not confident of me, myself,

And lacking any balance

 

I try to show some confidence

I act so large and tall.

But family, friends and strangers

Don’t see me here at all.

 

I passed this on to daughter love

I was afraid of her conceit

And now I feel so terribly bad

That all she only feels defeat.

 

I know we’ve all made errors

And wish we could have changed.

But, sadly we must live with them

And only feel deranged.

 

Well, I’ve made so many “mother” errors

I remember every one

They’re things my mother taught to me

And Dr. Spock’s “good” way.

 

So, I crawl again beneath my rock

Relieved to be alone.

Perhaps this is my chosen space,

My special safety zone.

NaPoWriMo Time

Time

 

How can I work so much during the day

Spending and giving my time away

When I should be feeling the soundless air

Moving so sensuous through my hair

 

Instead I sit here inside my cave

Caging my brain so that it will behave

When I should be seeing the growth of green

But I just don’t have time to put up the screen

 

When I rise in the morning and look around

I count the things I’ve unfortunately found

And that now are just clutter just lying around

When I should be hearing the bird’s lovely sound

 

It doesn’t matter how much I do

It never gets done, I never get through

I make lists of things that I need to accomplish

When I should be smelling the outdoors like I wish

 

I stay up so late and work all I can

And I never finish the tasks I began

When I should be eating and enjoying the taste

I’m hurrying, scurrying and making waste

 

Who taught me to worry and hurry around?

Am I so greedy I can’t enjoy sound?

Who told me that I should not waste a minute or two?

And made me feel guilty of things I should do

 

I need to take time and to learn something new

Like ignoring the sights of the things I must do

I need to live simply and give up this trash

I need to enjoy living with not so much cash

 

But how?  I am asking you please do explain

How do I get rid of this hurry up pain?

Who can I trust to instruct me to release

Everything that I do that doesn’t mean peace

 

Maybe things will get better when April does go

And gives me my days back from NaPoWriMo

Some celebration that this month has been

I need to just clear my head and start over again.

NaPoWrMo, 2013, #19, Barn Sale (Prompt)

BARN SALE:

Hats that only fit large heads

Paper weights, mostly dead

Black and white flash-back albums

Tractor with Deere John instructions

Rare cemented memory jugs

Computer with some virus bugs

Crutches for a broken knee

Glasses, rose-colored, you can see

Wedding band (one size fits all)

Pins inserted in a doll

Urn with ashes (includes a hole)

Disaster headlines in a roll

Heart (needs mending/cannot use)

1950’s blue suede shoes

Clothing , small, so they should last

Mantle clock that runs too fast

Wedding dress, new, never used

Mirror, cracked, please excuse

Promises, broken, worked for me

Kids are welcome, dogs are free