NaPoWriMo 22…

NaPoWriMo prompt: write a children’s poem…. OK.


Once upon a lemon—

and sugared gingers, too,

tinned strawberries and coconuts

and tiny cherries blue.


A sweet concoction flourished440px-Citrus_fruits

Kumquats, cold and lime

2 ounce toasts in bitty cups

One… at… a time.


The little golden glitter girl

Bone buttons and yarn bows

Tippled forty-four of them.

balanced on tiptoes.


NaPoWriMo Day 21

NaPoWriMo’s prompt today is right up my alley.  The challenge is to write in the style of the  New York School of poetry.    This style is written in a conversational tone, with observations on culture and the world you see in passing.   Frank O’Hara writes in this style, and I’m gaga for his poems.

Crossing to my office683019

I saw a young woman—

Shorts up to there!

As I continued to my office

I thought, My God! 

It’s only April

and already I’m seeing

Shorts up to there!

I had to ask myself

didn’t I once wear my

Shorts up to there!?

and didn’t someone

also think—

what’s wrong with that girl?

Shorts up to there! 

And don’t I wish I could still wear my

Shorts up to there!

NaPoWriMo Day 20

My mind was a blank when it came to tonight’s poem, but I found the following prompt:  Write a poem about a superhero coming to your house and confronting you about something. Somewhere in the poem, you have to state what your superpower is.

I shouldn’t have left my window open

because in you flew.

Your cape fell squarelyXena-Warrior-Princess-armor-1-

in crimson folds

behind a back broad enough

to shoulder my every burden.


But who invited you?

I have the strength of a hundred women

to bear a hundred hardships.

Better that I rescue my own self.

If I need help, I’ll request back-up

If I need saving, I’ll call.

NaPoWriMo Day 19… Telling Lies

NaPoWriMo’s prompt for day 16 was pretty neat.  I can’t remember why I didn’t use it, but I’m employing it tonight as my inspiration.  The challenge was to write a 10 line poem, in which each line was a lie.

I never loved you, she said.  IMG_5064

I never loved your sad blue eyes,

Or the drape of your frame over mine,

Or the wild curly rides on the power lines.

It wasn’t love, balsam scented under the pines,

Or love that tossed me up and over the moon.

It must have been a lunar phase.

A schoolgirl crush, I was temporarily insane.

I don’t think about you anymore,

In fact, I barely remember.

NaPoWriMo Day 18

NaPoWriMo challenged poets to write in the form of a ruba’i.  That translates to an AABA rhyming scheme.   You may be familiar with Robert Frost’s famous Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening, which is a good example.  Here’s my ruba’i.



The friendly way she took him downwalk_away_by_iza87

There’s not another gal in town

Could do him justice like she did

And leave him such a happy frown


She left him wanting so much more

It settled such a simple score

He could not believe that that was that

But once was all, there time was for


So off she went and left him there

He followed her with just his stare

But there he stayed, while there she went

With her he never had a prayer.


NaPoWriMo 17

Well, it’s National Haiku Poetry Day, after all…


Life’s not absolute.TypewriterGirl-Vintage-GraphicsFairy1

Make a plan to overcome

small plot obstacles.


See that girl- red lips

two mile smile, dreaming her dream.

Rewritten.  She’s you.


Time to close the book

on scenes that really don’t work

and never really did.


It’s your pen, edit-

ruthlessly edit.  Let nothing

remain that’s not true.