Crete in late October
stay at the Domes Noruz
beach resort in Chania
a feast at breakfast
rental car required
to visit Elafonisi
most beautiful pink beach
follow winding road
through countryside
visit a monastery
hike Imbros Gorge
so much to do
on an island
or do nothing
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dVerse prompt on travel. Hoping for the day I can return to Crete.
Sometimes I hear his snort
smell his fart
drop a food morsel
on the floor
expecting him to come
and find it
he stopped on his own
pulmonary embolism
cremation ashes return
Irreplaceable pet
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NaPoWriMo prompt on a pet. Deuce was irreplaceable.
When I think about rooms
the one that encompassed me
front door corridor
entryway
dark hardwood door
no windows
rarely used
darker in its none use
where no one went in or out
(always the side door)
but this room
with its front door
that held a way in and out
held me as a three year old
who sat on the bench
with hinged top for boot or shoe
other side was closet
a closet rarely opened
such a small room
for my small person
remembered now
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NaPoWriMo prompt on describing a room remembered
It was the ninth grade, in Sophie Pouch’s English class, we passed the reading of Macbeth from reader to reader until it went all around the classroom yet still was not done. The next day we did it again and again, when finally, it was finished.
And Shakespeare’s words went out into those hallways of the school with a morning greeting of “How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags?” as we congregated around our lockers. A commanding response of “Speak. Demand. We’ll listen.” “Had I three ears, I’d hear thee.” And on it went into our school day.
Autumn moonlight—
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut. Basho
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dVerse prompt to consider Shakespeare and Basho in a haibun. I will never forget Sophie Pouch’s ninth grade English class.
Searching on the website
like going down each aisle
I want this— out of stock
I want chips— not a healthy choice
I want pantry foods— ones that keep
red lentils
split peas
garbanzo beans
make a soup— better than canned
make the order Sunday night
Monday 7 am
the joy of groceries delivered
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NaPoWriMo prompt to write a review. My experience with online grocery shopping. I miss going down the aisles of the grocery store but this will have to do.
Sunny gardenia
gothic drink in the morn
gecko or fox in a hole
this penny & tulips
wonderful uterus
lover of countries
democracy & t-shirts
a tornado of Hemingway’s
sunshine
Dear Jane
Kim is dead
turtle & Goodnight Moon
rebar into birds singing
of governments & ferries
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NaPoWriMo prompt to take the quiz presented and make it a poem. The Wonder Uterus graffiti was found in Lisbon, the land of graffiti.
Dystopic thinking today
as I work in the garden, contemplating Voltaire.
How has education
brought me to this point
of doubting all that I know?
History is not repeating itself.
How can this pandemic
be compared to the Spanish Flu of 1918?
We know so much more but do little.
Communication is faster
so what is going on in Italy
I can know right now.
In Spain the same. Now the US.
But look at the geography.
Look at the size of countries
and compare it to US.
Italy is smaller than Washington State.
How can there be comparisons?
The one common factor is
that the disease spreads quickly.
Test- track-and isolate. Too late.
The microbe is loose.
By accident or design?
Nobody knows or somebody knows.
Maybe we will never know.
What we do know is
that staying home keeps us safe.
Not everyone can stay home
so in Italy
there are still new cases regardless of a lockdown.
People have to go out to get food.
Whole families die at home.
After a month of staying at home,
groceries delivered and sterilized,
no outside visits,
I can’t say that I am lonely or stir crazy.
I like to stay home.
But what would it be like without internet,
without the food supply,
without air conditioning and lights?
In the winter, what if there was no heat?
What if there was no gas
to keep the car going if I wanted to relocate,
live in the mountains, hunt for food?
Are we being tossed back
into the Neanderthal of life
or just a temporary bleep in the radar
of what we always thought was progress?
Too many questions and who cares
what the answer is.
I find answers to be too dystopic.
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NaPoWriMo prompt to write 20 minutes spontaneous writing and make it a poem.
Just a few more days
these bananas will be ripe
for banana bread
that is if no one eats them
can’t let that happen
going to hide them now
there will be banana bread
tomorrow
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NaPoWriMo prompt on a fruit. So hungry for banana bread. With the family sheltered in, it is hard to keep some foods from disappearing. Cashews are banned so we can’t fight over them anymore.
…..And Not to Yield
Daughters and Rebels
Along the Way
The Revolutionists
The Noble Voice
Along the Way
South of God
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dVerse prompt to write a poem with titles of books. This poem is written from some of the titles of the books of W.E.B. DuBois on the shelves of his home in Accra, Ghana.
Cat
Calm
Claws
Capers
Chasing
Cautious
Companion
Caterwauls
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NaPoWriMo prompt on letters of the alphabet and a dVerse prompt on a pet companion.
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