Reap as You Sow

Reap as You Sow

Reap as You Sow
Sow them gently,
not too deep.
This is life. Why
does your mind turn to landmines?

Nourish them,
in moderation.
A mist will do. Banish
thoughts of clouds of death.

the reward found in
Refusing to yield brings little of value or merit.


The prompt for NaPoWriMo 2017 on Day 22 of National for  Month/Global Poetry Writing Month is to write a georgic (a poem dealing with practical aspects of agriculture and rural affairs).
Image source: Canadian Landmine Foundation

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Twilight Path

Twilight Path

Twilight PathWe walk
a winding path, paved,
your nails clicking from

an indoor winter. No pulling
on the lead. Three summers
ago, before your twilight,

squirrels froze
in your presence, dashing
for the nearest tree

when you pulled my arm
nearly out of the socket.
It was to be expected.

No expectations now, aside
from hourly bladder checks,
most time spent sleeping,

memories of paths winding
through your dreams,
squirrels at every turn.


Off-prompt for NaPoWriMo 2017 on Day 22 of National for  Month/Global Poetry Writing Month.  Enjoy Earth today, and every day.

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It’s Just a Ponytail

It’s Just a Ponytail

It's Just a Ponytail
as they passed,
“Did you see that guy?
What’s he trying to prove?”

Hearing that now,
in the mid-west.
Never heard it
in New York.

Turn back to them,
give them that killer smile.
“It’s just a ponytail.
Get over it.”

Missed the true hippie
era by a couple of years.
Hair to my collar
until twenty-seven.
Nudged to look

Retired now,
so found my freak flag.
Actually get a kick
out of the reactions.

Save the killer stare,
the evil eye, for
next time,
without the ponytail.


The optional prompt at NaPoWriMo 2017 for Day 21 of National for  Month/Global Poetry Writing Month is to write a poem that incorporates overheard speech.

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TwilightNo longer padding softly,
grace not a part of her
early twilight,
she paces,
as if listening.
But to what?

to hand prompts
when she sees them,
hearing is something
she barely remembers.

The pacing is short-lived.
She tires easily,
sleeps most of the time.
Watching her dream,
there are some things
she does remember.

Always thirsty.
Medication does that, but
also thirsty for attention.

If her tail is any indication,
she still loves life.
And those ears.
When they perk, she could
melt any heart.

She wants to be a border collie.
And, she will be.
For a little while longer.


Off-prompt for NaPoWriMo 2017 on Day 21 of National for  Month/Global Poetry Writing Month.

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My Written Word


My Written Word

Thoughts seeking expression
My Written Wordthrough sticks of wax liberally
applied to uncharted paper.

Images, at first,
or, at least so they seemed,
until letters appeared.

With a little imagination,
words could be gleaned.
Managing space meant

a finer instrument,
carbon sticks wrapped in
wood, smudges of erasures

in evidence. Ink,
sometimes fluid,
as confidence grew, until

letters on paper arose from
keystrokes, supplanted by
mere thoughts on a screen.


The prompt for Day 19 of National Poetry Writing Month/Global Poetry Writing Month from NaPoWriMo 2017 is to write a poem that recounts a creation myth.
Image source: and (edited and layered)

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I’ve had (fairly mild) seasonal allergies for years. I discovered that I’m allergic to oak pollen when I moved to Missouri, where I’m surrounded by oak trees. In the spring, antihistamines are the only thing that let me breathe easy (“breaze”).

The prompt for Day 18 of National Poetry Writing Month/Global Poetry Writing Month from NaPoWriMo 2017 is to write a poem that incorporates neologisms – fabricated words, sometimes combined words (a portmanteau word).

** I decided this needed an edit, so “rub and rub” became “rubnrub.”

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