I went out to the garden
looking for spelling bees
there were many beside me—
a bumble bee entered foxglove’s bell
it was not the one I seek
then one buzzed my head
anxious at my presence
to say the word
say the word
dVerse prompt for a quadrille using the word spell
When just a boy
his Aunt Eva sat at table
playing cards with her friends
they called themselves The Magpies
and he crawled beneath
among their sequoia legs
while over head the squawking
of the birds
At the internment of this aunt
one lone magpie
flew into the small cemetery
as if to say
I am here
I am here
dVerse prompt to write a corvid poem
Out of the mist
in silver glow
comes a voice
I did not know
This earth is mine
tend it well
all firs and the pine
A breath for me
and a breath for you
NaPoWriMo Day 25 prompt to write an aisling
String of beads—
shows what the sky can be at sunset
chips of tiger eye strung with
imperfect regularity across continents
treasured African opal
lifted out of the Congo
becomes a centerpiece
and all the diamonds
burning like stars
held together by a string
NaPoWriMo Day 24 writing in símile
Tomato said, “I will speak for the life of the sauce that finds me squashed or diced and sometimes whole.
Fig said, “I will speak for the jam that sweetens my flavor in a delightful spread on biscuit.
Onion said, “I belong in every garden, in every dish and in your tears.
NaPoWriMo Day 20 prompt to write a poem that anthropomorphizes food.
there would be day and there would be night on the first day
water will not spill over the edge of this rough existence but tides will be sometimes high and sometimes low
(compressed over time
into a spiritual shape
spin factor that keeps balance and movement in the right direction
perfect union with the creator
NaPoWriMo Day 18 five answers to an unstated question
I want to know what makes a flower bloom
My tulips look like I planted upside down
Iris are all green with lanky stalk
Lilies look so small and disarrayed
Is it the lack of nutrients in the soil
Or winter’s low shading of the sun
My pear tree must have flower to fruit
Without blooms peas and beans retreat
Do not waste away another day
It’s time to fertilize fertilize fertilize
NaPoWriMo Day 16 prompt to write a curtal sonnet.
A baby is sleeping in a baby buggy under an old elm. The sun is shining on the buggy.
Jane There is something heartfelt about being born in Iowa.
A small butterfly flies into the buggy and lands on the baby’s nose.
The baby wakes up.
NaPoWriMo Day 14 prompt to create the first scene of your life.
This little thing
NaPoWriMo prompt on small
Frogs are waking up and singing
before lily pads emerge
frogs are singing and
deep in the throat of one
comes a recognizable song—
come into the night
make the world bright
stop the greed of man
help me if you can
NaPoWriMo prompt to create a mythical animal or person that does something unusual.