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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.

NaPoWriMo, 2013, #25, Ballad Prompt (Optional)

This, my first attempt at a ballad, was based on where I live. Upstate New York, Wayne county, is filled with fertile soil and the weather allows the cultivation of apple tree orchards and fields of corn. “Drumlins” are the unique hills that run north to south that were created by the glacier movement around Lake Ontario. Due to the orchards and fields, when harvest comes you can bet your bottom dollar that I’ll be sitting here eating apple pies and fresh corn!

BALLAD OF WAYNE COUNTY

I saw her at a carnival
I knew she was my love.
A little slip of everything.
My little turtle-dove.

Not often do I leave the farm
it’s hard to make away
with apple trees and fields of corn
and chores to do each day.

She bought a piece of apple pie
and smiled as she strolled by.
her perfect figure passing me
before I caught her eye.

For years she kept just out of reach,
each drumlin she would climb
and seeing her much closer then
get larger I did find.

As I was reaching middle age
I reached her eye to eye
and saw to my astonishment
She’d eaten too much pie!

So, back to farming I did go
with no one for my wife
and now my apple trees and corn
are happily my life.

NaPoWriMo 2013 #13 – Yard Walking

On a Walk

Walking through the yard I see mud clumps from the plow.
I see brown puddles and untrimmed hedges,
Trash from cars, wet rotted leaves, brown, dead grass,
broken branches fallen to the ground, mud on my car.

Using sight and smell I smell green sprouting things
and the smell of the lake, minutes away, coming to me in the wind.
I smell cows finally let loose from winter confinement and
a recently cut tree fallen from a winter storm.

Seeing, smelling, touching I feel the softness of the new grass,
the bark of a happy tree, smooth buds that are baby leaves.
I touch the mud and it feels like the gritty mud pies I used to love
I touch the stump and feel the sticky sap

Seeing, smelling, touching, tasting I open my mouth and taste the fresh air
coming from the lake released from its skin of ice, almost like fish and seaweed.
I pull a blade of grass from the sheath and bite the tender end
and taste sweetness and light.

Seeing, smelling, touching, tasting and best of all hearing
I hear the birds and their calls to find mates. All the birds I’ve been missing.
Orioles and Cardinals and Mourning Doves, Chickadees with their summer song
So different than their winter song.

What would I do without these senses?
Which one, if I had a choice, would I choose to lose?
Deciding to enjoy them while I have them
I decide to explore the field.