Green Eyes

National Poetry Month is coming to a close! My goal of 30 poems in 30 days is complete with this response to NaPoWriMo’s color theme. Enjoy….

green eyes

or were they amber

or hazel

changeable, like him

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cool green

the jade necklace

he gave me long ago

were we as cool?

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moss green

boulders

in the park that summer

the summer of love

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emerald

the color of foliage

we hid from the world

behind it

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celadon

Korean incense burner

the scent of sandalwood

surrounded us

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“stagnant pond water green”

he called it

the Chicago River

in 1969

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scent of limes

rubbed on margarita glasses

salt-rimmed

sounds of laughter and love

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teal

against a brilliant sky

color of the water

from Lake Shore Drive

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green carpet

against my back, or his

the lacing of fingers

and limbs

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green with envy

who was I with at the concert?

how late was he out?

jealousy, not love

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olives

in martini glasses

a drink or two

to hide the pain

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eyes change

from amber to green

hazel, I’m told

no longer beautiful

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love dies

as green leaves turn

water grows cold

river runs black

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Love is Blind

Saturday’s NaPoWriMo challenge was to select a common proverb and plug it in to a search engine. Then review the first few pages of results, jot down any words of interest that are found there, and use those words as inspiration and source material for a poem.

I chose the old adage, “Love is blind,” because it applies so well to my youthful choices. 

I guess I have no excuse for any such choices that I may or may not have made later in life. Hmmm….

Once again, I was also inspired by one of Hilary Blackwood’s charming pieces.

 The Decision

I see, I hear

but long for touch

I mourn my losses

but not too much

I long for summer

but melt in sun

I fear the winter

but not this one

I feel love flowing

but not through me

how dangerous

to love, to see

Inextricable

National Poetry Month is almost over! My goal of 30 poems in 30 days in on track; this is number 28. The count includes poetry posted on this blog, on NaHaiWriMo’s Facebook page, and on Twitter. 

This senryu is a response to the NaHaiWriMo prompt “roots.” The photo of Hilary Blackwood’s painting was also an inspiration. More info on Hilary’s work appears below the poem.
Some things need to rooted in the heart

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tangled in your roots

two lives

inextricable

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I discovered Hilary Blackwood’s work on Flickr. You can view her photostream here. She also displays, discusses and sells some of her artwork via her blog and Etsy shop. Enjoy the view!

Self Portrait

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to plug one’s name into an anagram generator and, using those words, write a self portrait.  Over two thousand words were generated! I only used 17 of them…then added a few of my own.

self portrait

 

 

 

 

once a rebel with elan

entering the now

this world, this crazy orb

like a wet, wild newborn

now a loner

wan and worn

bent and torn

in need of renewal

a jolt, a jab

a mystical brew

to be reborn

or take her final bow

Lost and Found

Day 19 – National Poetry Month

I’m doing a little catch-up here! The challenge for April 19th is to write a personal ad or other type of ad that might appear in a newspaper or other media. 

By the way, if you find this item, please let me know 🙂

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Lost/Stolen

Heart, size XL.  May seem confused. If found, please handle gently.  May turn into mush at first touch. Whispered promises of love may cause cloying neediness. Big fat lies likely to cause breakage, bleeding and public retaliation. Return to owner as soon as possible to avoid unwanted bonding or attachment.

Sing!

Day 18 – National Poetry Month

The challenge is to write a poem that begins and ends with the same word. I was inspired by the Maori love song that was was sung in the parliamentary chamber when the New Zealand legislature passed a bill redefining marriage to include marriage between gay couples.

A link to the YouTube video appears below my poem.
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sing–I beckon you

with open arms

open your heart

and your mouth

defend love

affirm it

shout it to the sky

and let the heavens ring

as you sing

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They Did Not Say Hello

Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem of greeting, a poem about saying “hello.” Being the contrarian that I am, I imagined a scene between two old lovers, but just could not get them to say hello.

 

as he crossed the street

he noticed her, limping

struggling with a cane

bent forward and round

like the shape of a question mark

and the obvious question

was too painful to ask

. . .

as she entered the doctor’s office

she noticed him, trembling

struggling with his intake forms

gray hair on gray skin

bald fringe with a bad comb-over

still, his unmistakable features

made her want to say hello

. . .

she questioned their past now

which one of them said goodbye

was it his football career

or her dalliance with the professor

that caused the final split

how could it matter now

college was so long ago

. . .

he questioned the nurse

as he headed to the inner office

of their mutual oncologist

and they both realized

the only questions

that mattered now

were medical ones

The Searing Wind

Today’s NaPoWriMo.net challenge is to write a pantun, a lovely and mysterious form of Malay poetry.  The quatrain is composed of two separate parts which have only a whisper of relation to one another, but is often about love.  I’m afraid my metaphor is a little too obvious, but I like it anyway:

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the storm, the searing wind, the pounding hail

flattened every flower and blade of grass

your love flies through my soul, a seething gale

lays waste my heart and makes of me an ass

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More information on the Malay pantun (and the French/English pantoum) is available in this early 20th century version of the Encyclopedia Brittanica.