Today’s prompt: “write a poem that … presents a scene from an unusual point of view.” (http://www.napowrimo.net/day-seventeen-5/)

How to Approach

It looks like violence:
teeth exposed,
bared to view.

It feels like aggression:
advancing face-to-face,
direct eye contact.

It sounds like danger:
Loud, high-pitched,
overly excited.

Don’t they know?
You must hide your teeth,
Approach sidelong,
Eyes sliding off each other.

Don’t they know?
Never start with touch,
nor with loud vocalizations,
nor with insistent demands.

It must start with sniffing
and in silence:
cautious contact.

Only when the tail wags
and the mouth pants:
only then do you play.

Today’s prompt: “write your own dramatic monologue.” (http://www.napowrimo.net/day-fifteen-5/)

Silence

[Silence]

I never know what to say
at these things.

These forced,
uncomfortable

Things.

[Pause]

My brain:
in isolation so
full of words,
ideas,
ramblings

Goes blank.

[Pause]

I talk to myself
near constantly.

Sometimes even
out loud
without realizing.

But here:
blank.

[Silence]

I do not
speak on command
orate on cue
ideate under pressure.

[Pause]

How is it
I can talk to
myself

But find it
so difficult
to talk to
you?

[Uncomfortable silence]

Isn’t this all
just too precious?

What a contrived
mechanic.

What an obvious
concept.

You should be
ashamed.

The vistas of
my own mind

Are so much more interesting
than this.

[Pause]

There?
See?

This is why
I stay silent.

It’s all too easy
To turn mean.

To growl.
To shout.
To insult.

It’s all deflection.

[Silence]

I never know what
to say.

I have a confession: The poem I first posted for today was something I wrote a couple of years ago. It fit today’s prompt (“write a poem that uses the form of a list to defamiliarize the mundane.”) so perfectly, I couldn’t not post it. But I feel I need to post something written here-and-now, today, for NaPoWriMo. So, bonus poem for today.

The Wonder of Engineering

We learned to control fire
to generate heat
to melt stone
to create and shape metal.

We learned to dig to find oil
to distill and refine it
to control its burn
to harness its energy.

We learned to leverage forces
to coordinate mechanics
to build complex tools
to amplify our power.

Such rarified intellectual feats!
Such leaps of imagination!
Such sophisticated accomplishment!

Need to mow the lawn again.
I hope this rattle-trap contrivance
actually starts this time.

Today’s prompt: “write a poem that uses the form of a list to defamiliarize the mundane.” (http://www.napowrimo.net/day-sixteen-6/)

The Color of the Universe

I am the rainbowed refraction of light through the gaseous clouds that are the birthplace of the heavens.

I am the twisted distortion that your mind cannot comprehend on the precipice of the event horizon of a black hole.

I am the streaming embers of celestial destruction.

I am the ruddy reds, explosive yellows, and majestic blues of stars.

I am the violent flash of novae, the blinding brightness of pulsars.

I am the muted, dull shades of rocky worlds and the iridescent glow of gas giants.

I am the scintillating palette which bursts forth from life-bearing planets.

I am the swirl of galaxies, the chaotic mixture of all the hues that exist.

I am the Light that blazes to oppose the Darkness.

I am the color of the Universe.

I am Beige!

 

(Inspired by this post: http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap091101.html)

Today’s prompt: “write a poem that incorporates homophones, homographs, and homonyms.” (http://www.napowrimo.net/day-fourteen-6/)

I See the Sea

I see the sea,
Where the wind blew
The blue waters into
A vale veiled with mist.
I missed the dew-shrouded grasses,
Do you remember?
Where you wear your weathered cape,
And bear the bare ground,
Where you shepherd your ewes,
And ride your winter sleigh
To patrol and protect your flock
Against predators who would slay them.
An idyllic isle, aisled with orchards.
I take to the sea, once more,
To see you again.

Today’s prompt: “write a poem about something mysterious and spooky.” (http://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirteen-5/)

It Starts

It starts
Motion
Tiny vibration
Echoing out
Into
Space builds
To accommodate
Motion
Tiny vibrations
Transmitting
Quantum to quantum
Atom to atom
Along
Time flows
Built from sequence
Defining
Motion
Tiny vibrations
Wave fronts
Collapsing
Energy to matter
Coalescing
Matter in
Motion
Collisions
Accretions
Matter grows
Time stretches
Space expands
Motion
All matter
Energy
Everything exists
Tiny vibrations
It continues

Continue reading “NaPoWriMo 2019: Day 13” →

Today’s prompt: “write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it.” (http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twelve-7/)

An Ugly, Worn, Scratchy Brown Couch

It’s an ugly brown couch.
That’s all.
Dull tweed,
threadbare, scratchy,
worn from
decades
of sitting,
napping.
Steeped in
second-hand smoke,
cushions deflated,
springs poking through.
Crumbs ground
into the creases.

The couch
where we laid
on our father’s
chest, as we
fell asleep
together.
As our parents
read to us,
teaching us
to love
stories, language,
the sound
of their voices,
the safety
of their arms.

Continue reading “NaPoWriMo 2019: Day 12” →