My mother gave me Grapenuts
while other kids got Frootloops
those artificially-colored
little donut shaped
sugar puffed
cereals
in
box
with a toucan
singing commercials
guiding me through the taste
smells and sight of delicious like
candy breakfast nutrition created
to make me want more and more
dVerse prompt— a fruitloop (sp) daydream
In the shade of the baobab tree
boto drivers wait to give rides
slim cattle rest from the sun
there are children who sit briefly
watching the cars and trucks
as the dust flies up
and the old men sit in their chairs
or walk further down the road
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NaPoWriMo Day 7 prompt to write a list poem
hard shell
reveals a treasure
of many species
off in the distance
a misty presence
waiting to lift
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NaPoWriMo prompt to ask questions based on prescribed words and write a poem from the answers—
What is a quahog?
A hardened shell
What is an oyster?
A holder of treasure
What is seaweed?
A cover for many soecies
What is longing?
A place in the distance
What is elusive?
A misty presence
What is fog?
A curtain waiting to lift
Sand
and water
on my feet
tide going out
coming in again
as I walk a shell line
or wade in knee deep
caught in a clouded sky
between heaven and earth
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dVerse prompt on place. I think the beach will always be my place.
Do you enjoy your job?
Life is a job and I enjoy my life. It is a paid position of sunny days, sounds of nature and God’s presence.
[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[ I FEEL SO BOXED IN]]]]]]]]]]] CONFINEMENT AND ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[SPACELESS WONDER ]]]] [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[ NO MOVEMENT FOR ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] [[[[[[[[[[[ MY [[[[OWN ENJOYMENT]]]]]]][[[[[]PLANNING MY ESCAPE ]]]]]]]]]]]
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NaPoWriMo Day 28 prompt to write a concrete poem.
I have forgotten what breakfast tastes like. Although it is known as the most important meal of the day, I sleep through it. No smells of bacon and coffee brewed. It is winter and I am asleep in my bed. Outside the plants do the same. They are not yet ready to be uncovered.
deep roots in soil
keep life suspended in time
waiting for new warmth
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dVerse prompt for a winter haibun
Searching for a muse today
amongst the clutter of everyday living
accumulation of unneeded things
projects begun and never ended
heaps of writings piled neatly
It was there I felt it take a hand
beckoning for me to rise again
in words already vanishing
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dVerse prompt to write a quadrille and take a look for the muse
I wore it on my head
delirious from its weight
wanting to stay upright
posed and productive
ruling my thoughts
with more thoughts
demanding right words
to subjugate my subjects
learning to turn glistening crown
of diamonds and pearls
to a crown of thorns
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dVerse quadrille prompt with the word crown
My father’s gun is black
long muzzle
loaded
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dVerse prompt to write a concrete poem (missed the deadline so going with the next prompt of a conceit.). This is a new stanza to my spoken word poem of the same title which the metaphor of the gun is expanded to meaning many things.
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