Sunday, April 30, 2017

The Soloist in the Choir - NaPoWriMo

The Soloist in the Choir
The universe can be dead serious.
It is a daily contest of life and death for everyone
From the littlest beetle to the largest redwood tree.
It is also the most playful thing imaginable.
Why else would there be zebras? Or the platypus?
Or that lone baritone duck caterwauling off-key in contrast to the perfect choir of songbird sopranos?
Tweedle, tweedle, chirp, tweet, chirp, tweeee, pu-wee, pu-wee, chirrup.
     ---Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.
               Quaaaaaaaack.
                      Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.---
We laugh in our sleeping bag, waking to the racket.
Then the gulls laugh, too.
And we crack up all over again.
Note:  This is the final installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Saturday, April 29, 2017

The Way They Walk - NaPoWriMo

The Way They Walk
Matt and I bird as we fly down Highway 191
Barbed wire and power lines racing alongside the Toyota
We spot our familiar friends at a distance, at speed--65, 70 miles per hour.
"Red-tailed Hawk!"
     (Perched atop a fence post,
       ripping, tearing, scarfing dinner.)
"Meadowlark!"
     (Breast swollen, head tossed back, beak wide
       Singing silently through the window glass.)
We zip along the rolling roadway ribbon cutting through the hills, the fields,
Over bridges, all secured under the endless dome of The Big Sky.
"Shovelers!  ...Mallard!  ...Coots!"
     (Paddling, dabbling, diving)
"Turkey Vultures!  Five of them!"
     (Circling, circling, circling.)
We know them like family,
Like recognizing someone by the way they walk.
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Were You Born in a Barn? - NaPoWriMo

Photo credit to my mother-in-law, Sharon.
Were You Born in a Barn?
Look with your eyes
   Instead of your mouth.
If you don't have anything nice to say,
   Don't say anything at all.
See this thing here?
   It is called a, "light switch."
If it was any closer
   It would have reached out
   And bit you.
Close the door.
   Or were you born in a barn?
Maybe you're spending too much time
   Staring at the boob-tube.
If you're going to roughhouse,
   Take it outside.
We do not hit.
Turn that down.
Keep your eye on the ball.
Don't borrow trouble.

It was all good advice,
   Even if we didn't recognize it,
   At the time.
Photo credit to my my sister, Sarah (the one on the left).
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

The Rainstorm - NaPoWritMo

The Rainstorm
I could have brought an umbrella.
I could have changed into boots.
I could have called for a ride.
I could have adjusted my plans.
I could have waited it out.

But, I didn't
So I just got wet instead.
And all was well.
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

The Mindfulness of an Apple - NaPoWriMo

The Mindfulness of an Apple
Everything is.
Everything is a miracle,
if you stop a second
To breathe it in.
Even this apple,
Just a simple little fruit,
A little uneven and leaning to one side,
Brilliant red,
With splashing flames of golden.
Born of improbability--time, rain, sun, blooms, bees--
In an orchard west of here.
I wonder...
...how old is the tree?
...who planted?
...and when?
...who picked this apple?
...do they love honeycrisps as much as I do?
....or maybe more?
All this before the sweet flesh passed my lips,
Before the juices dribbled down my chin.
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Each Sacred Coat - NaPoWriMo

Each Sacred Coat
I rubbed some of the lignite into the leather
As we hiked the badlands
And now we're one.
Tied together through experiencing each other.

It pleasures me to recollect all the places
Those boots and I have shared,
Have wandered.
Across the martian red sands at Bryce
Where they temporarily transitioned to ochre
Through dewy meadows littered with spring flowers,
Superficially growing sodden, but not my feet.
Over the thin rail of Angel's Landing
Feeling solid and reliable.
Brushed with Yellowstone's sweet sage
Under the towering ceiling of pine.
Down into the dusty Grand Canyon
And up again.
They've been baptized in the milky waters
Of Grinnell Glacier.

Like tree rings, I envision these layers
One after another
As one journey draws closed so another may open
Each a sacred coat
Which travels home with me
In addition to the joyful song in my heart.
(Matt and I spent our Earth Day hiking.  Oh, what a beautiful, diverse, incredible world with which we've been blessed!!  If you need an idea for incorporating more Earth Day vibes into your everyday life check out this list of simple ideas.)
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Front-and-Center - NaPoWriMo

Front-and-Center
I may have poor (friendship) form
When I hit the dance floor
And leave you in the dust
Lingering at the periphery
of the clustered mass of bodies
So I can do my thing.
Slink and weave my way in.

I'm a front-and-center kind of person.

You can always slide through with me.
I'll cut the path while you trail in my wake.
You can stand by my side.
I don't care if you even dance.
(but don't talk to me--I'm busy doing my thing
And that doesn't involve conversation.)
We could share the experience together.

But the center isn't for everyone, I realize.

I ponder my potential rude-ness
Less and less these days
As my limbs twirl and my soul rejoices.
I'm learning to embrace my essence,
Letting it go with the beats and thrums.
We both know where I belong.
I don't think you hold it against me.
You understand I've got important work to do up here.
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Inside the Desert of Me - NaPoWriMo

Inside the Desert of Me
I have scales like a fish
Or maybe more like an iguana
Or a Gila monster, even.
Too arid to be aquatic, I guess.
The landscape of my skin is a desert.
Definitely too dry for a fish.
My scales are red.
Sometimes pink-ish, I suppose.
When I try to flick them off,
Smooth things out,
Catch a loose edge and tug,
They multiply and expand instead.
One becomes two, small becomes large.
The temptation is real.
My fingers itch.
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Springtide - NaPoWriMo

Springtide
The cold of spring almost feels colder
After the warming vernal season has made me bolder
About stepping out with exposed skin
Thinking it will be temperate again.
Only to find all grey and chill
Even the dandelions wrapped up and hiding until
The afternoon sun finally works up some heat
That most excuisite springtide treat
Which yet reminds me of April being just a start
Just one first tentative part
In the cyclic, rhythmic, spinning dance
Of this timeless universal romance.
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Good Medicine - NaPoWriMo


Good Medicine
Submerged (and light) up past my heart
In a swirling, whirling, fractal current 
Of a shiny green river rolling cold and clean 
Down from the mountains and away
Far away.
But here in this place, in this space
--Under mountain skyline and dome of blue heavens--
First splicing, weaving, linking
With the heat from deep within
My Mother (Earth)
Where her nectar rises to meet me
To envelop and hold me
Like any good Mother.
Soothing my soul with good medicine.
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

The Animal Lover - NaPoWriMo

The Animal Lover
I used to absorb countless hours of
Animal Planet,
Discovery Channel,
PBS,
Anything with animals.
I recall being banned from it,
For a time.
The brutality of wild dogs at play
Left me a sobbing hysterical mess
And my mom said, "Enough. This is clearly too much for you."
There were orphaned birds
In makeshift, shoebox sickrooms.
Followed by miniature graveside services.
(And subsequent exhumations, in the name of scientific curisosity.)
I never knew who to root for:
The vole or the fox?
The lion or gazelle?
I wanted both to win.
(Never thinking once about the chicken on my plate)

There were stray kittens brought home
And parents to be convinced.
One dog at a time
          --Jake, Herbie, Peppy--
But always a multitude of cats
          --Holly, Chin-Chin, Cricket, Cleo, Toby, Pip--
And tiny critters galore from mice to hamsters
And even one illicit albino, hairless rat
          --Piper Maru--
(Who, incidentally, felt like a warm, ripe peach in my hand.)
Purchased and snuck into my bedroom while Mom was at work
The Pet Store was basically the best hang out in town
I remember watching them feed the snakes
With horrified, compelling fascination.
Thankful my pets ate dried kibble.
(Never thinking about what that was made from.)

I admire ecology more with each year passing
Our harmoniously horrible, perfect wheel of life
Wherein the wolf starts to consume
While the elk still breathes her last breath
Wherein the nurse tree dies
As seedlings reach for the sun
It isn't always easy for me.
And I struggle --sometimes-- with my place
In this circle going 'round.
Nature isn't always kind and gentle.
Is it fantasy to think that I must be?
Sometimes I say that I must have once been a bird
In another life
Or that maybe I'll be one next.
And I am only half kidding.
There is something that flutters in my chest.
That makes me think I used to wear feathers
And wind.
It will be simpler then, too.
Without so much to think about.
(Or never think about, for that matter.)
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

April in April - NaPoWriMo

April in April
Yes!
Yes, please.
Let's run away for a weekend
To soak in Mother's sacred water
And fill our ears with sweet melodies.
My heart leaps to go.
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

What We Will - NaPoWriMo

What We Will
Aspire.
Extend.
Hope.
Endow.
Evolve.
Build.
Enlighten.
Trust.
Give.
Remember.
Share.
Renew.
Reward.
Endure.
Strive.
Dream.
Yearn.
Grow.
Live.
Fill.
Open.

We're reborn in each single moment.
Ours to do with what we will.
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Be Done - NaPoWritMo

Be Done
Matt said I should cheat
And simply write a haiku
'Cause then I'd be done
(For the record, Matt is opposed to this particular haiku.  Matt does not consider writing a haiku "cheating."  That was my term for it.  He did helpfully suggest that "you should just bust out a couple haiku" when I observed that yesterday was the first day that I really didn't want to stop and write a poem.  I was super busy and didn't want to make the time.  We had a real good laugh about it and wrote this poem together.  Matt isn't a poetry fan, in general, but does enjoy haiku.  He writes them while we hike sometimes.  They are short and zen-like, featuring elements from nature so somehow he overlooks the fact they don't rhyme.  Usually Matt dislikes any poem that does doesn't rhyme.  Unless it was written by Robert Hunter and set to Grateful Dead music.  Ha!)
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Monday, April 10, 2017

Planking For Eternity - NaPoWriMo

Planking for Eternity
Two minutes.
I know with all my being that is but
A blink of an eye
Over the course of my life.
And yet--
Midplank
Midsquat
Midlift--
It is actually an eternity sometimes.

But, it is my eternity.
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Sunday, April 9, 2017

So Much - NaPoWriMO

So Much
We're all so much wind.
In and out, like a wave.
Like the tide.
We're all so many oceans, too,
Ebb and flow, rise and fall.
Up and down and around again.
We're all so many sunrises.
So many sunsets.
So much potential.
So much dawn.
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.
Photos from our Megavacation to Olympic National Park, August 2016.

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Exceptions - NaPoWriMo

Exceptions
Violets are purple.
Except when they're yellow.
Or some other color.

Violet is an angel, right down to the curls.
Except when she's naughty.
Or refusing naps.
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.

Friday, April 7, 2017

Hand-Me-Downs - NaPoWriMo

Hand-Me-Downs
My socks are Jesscy's.
Silverware from Matt's mom graces the table.
That book came from Derek's shelves.
This fabric came from my mother.
The tiny pin cushion was Grandma Knaack's.
My red sweater was Jessica's...
And this green one once belonged to Jen's mom.
Lisa knapped those arrowheads.
The scent I wear originally danced on Chelsey's body.
The sea glass was collected by Carl.
This pendant was my sister Sarah's earring, at one time.
Our kitty-cat used to live with Michelle.
The curio cabinet has known generations on my step-mom's side.
The record player used to spin in my dad's basement.
My shoes were Genoa's.
That picture frame was given me by Hannah.
Megan painted that guitar.
The beaded doorway curtain hung at Bill's old place.
My lone pair of pants used to belong to Kris.
My grandpa brought this tea cup back after being stationed in Korea.
The dresser is the same one Matt has used his whole life.
The scarf around my head used to belly dance with Bek.
Our kitchen table came to us via my step-dad.
My favorite skirt was once Dallas'.

Perhaps I am a pack rat,
A scavenger,
An opportunist.

Or perhaps I've crafted a life
Populated with relics
Adorned with love.
Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.