NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 10

 

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She moves in silence

on the little magenta beans

that pad her soft feet

 

 

 

 
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NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 9

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Hey, Babe, where’re you going? 


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in those baby dolls, Baby Doll?

It’s not safe beyond these walls.

What awaits you on the moors 

is worse than what walks these halls.

The heath bites,

but the night calls.

At least take your robe.

 

 

 
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NaNoWriMo 2016 – Days 7 & 8

A little birthday haiku for a  sci-fi lover:

Born into this world

as though cast through a stargate

just a blink ago.

 

and a little something else since yesterday lapsed without a poem:

 

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her cry is the ghost of a ghost.

It rides the wind

and haunts the cliffs.

Neither can rest,

not the widow

nor the sea.

 

 

 

 

 

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NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 6

 

Words hang

languid and purple,

ripe with

who did what to whom.

The tink tink tink

of a teaspoon

against a tumbler

of sweet tea.

The rocker’s complaints

against the grain of the wood.

It was all too much.

I let the screen door snap

behind me.

 

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NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 5

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In this great nation

politics is personal-

revolution’s here

 

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NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 4

It’s late.

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You know how it is

on Patch Road.

Black limbs rollick

high in the cottonwood

and the wind clamors

through Mrs. MacGruder’s chimes.

It’s the place

to bring your date

to listen for

something

making its way among

wrist-thin birches

whispering of wild rose.

 

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NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 3

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of a summer Saturday,

take it for a spin.

Crank the music,

some 80s new wave

or mix tape from a

long-ago friend

that reminds you of a

time when life stretched

long and winding.

You couldn’t see

and you didn’t care

what was around the bend.

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