Today is a good day for a rebellion
I do not want my ducks in a row
Scatter them
See them fly up from the water
Success greets them at a new pond
How calm the waters are now
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Words
Writer’s Block
Have writer’s block? Don’t know where to start? Write anything even if you have to write the same thing over and over again. Even if you have to write the same thing over and over again. Even if you have to write the same thing over and over again.
Poem made from the writer’s block writing:
Don’t block
Write
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NaPoWriMo prompt a day late but I had writer’s block
Rise and Fall
Roman soldiers
conquest was what they knew
carried shovels and sword
dug deep roads
into Europe and Mideast
conquering as they go
pay your tax
we’ll leave you alone
if you rebel
we will annihilate
you
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NaPoWriMo prompt on evil with some good in it
In A Dream
In a dream
No equilibrium
God’s writing table
Wobbling
I’m about to fall off
Hard to stand
Professionals say
Your world is about to change
Indeed your world is flat
Slide east to west
Get ready for the ride
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NaPoWriMo prompt on dream interpretation
War
Dreadful corpses
Cease breath and flesh
No miracles today
Just anger
Perplexed
Dead bones
People pass all day
And wander
Day 13 prompt from Toads and a news flash of strike on Syria ten minutes ago
Django Fontina
I had been practicing my django fontina for almost a year. There was something about being somewhere or nowhere and dropping the postcard poem addressed to someone I never knew. It started in the summer after my third grade when I entered my name in a postcard pyramid scheme. It was more fun to get than to give. I got postcards of moose in Canada, Lake Okoboji, farmland in Indiana, and cats. My favorite were the cats; cats in baskets, cat in a shoe, cat being fed some milk. At some point the getting and giving stopped and I was left with a pile of postcards, a few scrawled out words from other soon to be fourth graders and all those images.
My adult postcarding has way more words. Most adults like words but are limited by the amount of space they are allowed on the back (or front) of a small piece of thick paper. I enjoy being limited in my words. My getting django fontina is limited because I don’t always know where I am half the time and the P.O. won’t forward.
return to sender
poems sent out to the world
to complete stranger
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Doing a double take on dVerse prompt on “poem” (How Does a Poem Mean? I think that is a book I studied by John Ciardi) and NaPoWriMo on switching up so in this case it is better to get than to give.
Semi Haiku
where will you be then
when all the anarchy trucks
deliver their goods?
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NaPoWriMo prompt on future after seeing a semi truck on the interstate 15 with the anarchy mask on the side.
