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Day 7 – Monday, April National Poetry Month
Writing with NaPoWriMo prompts

Today’s prompt is to write a love poem . . . but the object of the poem should be inanimate. You can write a love poem to your favorite pen, the teddy bear you had as a child (and maybe still have), or anything else, so long as it’s not alive!

fits in your pocket
just a wee plain paper tote
folded by a simple half

frangrance of oranges and spice
infuse the aromatic black tea leaves
and can be carried wherever you roam

your tea ceremony, taking time to prepare
one, now two, maybe three more seconds
just until the hot caramel water whirls

simple honey and milk
and with spoon in hand
I finish my brew

really nothing as loving
as a hot cup of tea
morning tea, afternoon tea or evening tea

warm to gathering hands
warm to kindred hearts in conversation
and simply shared, love between friends

Poetry, Spring, Written for NaPoWriMo

Bear House Point

Day 6 – Sunday, Writing for April National Poetry Month with NaPoWriMo prompts.
Today we are asked to write . . . what is outside our window.

I sit back and watch the spring rains fall

Here rain also falls upon a first historic cabin, the Bear Point House

Bear House sits across from our cove and reaches out into the water ~ on its very own small pennisula

A most lovely house nestled into these Ozark hills ~

Bounded by Lake Ann
And its wildlife homes
Light peeks out its many windows
And fills the night
All in a friendly persuassion
That ~ it will be alright

National Poetry Month, Poetry, Written for NaPoWriMo

The Gift

Day 5 — Writing with NaPoWriMo prompts for April National Poetry Month

This form was invented by Terrance Hayes in his poem, The Golden Shovel. The last word of each line of Hayes’ poem is a word from Gwendolyn Brooks’ poem We Real Cool
I am using The Sparrow from The Bible and then using the last word in each line creating my new poem for today.

THE SPARROW
1
The sparrow hath found a-house,
And the swallow a nest for herself,
Where she may lay her young.

THE GIFT
1
The gift of coming home framed, by your mother the-sparrow
Something rich between you hath
Always noticed like a brand new penny found
Busily building a new Sparrow’s nest a-house
Even as the neighbor and-the-swallow
Finds a lovely mountain tree and the safety of a-nest
Sound the trumpets, ring the bells not for-herself
But the love given freely even where
It is never expected, in return she
And the love between mother and daughter may-lay
Golden crowns around her head and her
Own soul rises forever young