Tag: #NaPoWriMo

Spring

A Redbud Spring #NaPoWriMo

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April is National Poetry Month and I hope you join me in writing a poem each day. Although I’m starting just this week, my goal is to write each day.

My morning on Lake Ann started the same way as all my other mornings with me going to my windows overlooking our cove. However, today I awoke to a beautiful white springtime snow which had fallen overnight ~

Light snow
Covers the docks and roof tops
Lining the soft curves of the cove

A master painter’s brush has
Outlined the hardwood branches
In fine Irish lace

Through open trees
Stands hints of green buds and first leaves
I can even see
Some mouse ear smiles

Sprinkles of pink
Are all throughout our cove
And over on the other ridge top too

I can see ~
Dozens and dozens of brand new Pink redbud blossoms
Painting a parkscape masterpiece

As the white snow caps lay
The snow itself looks pink

Like fields of lavender
Sitting in beds of pink tulips
With a touch of dancing buttercups

Was it the light?
Was it the fresh snow lift?
Yes, it was all of that
A true master’s gift ~
The start of our redbud spring!

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Poetry, Written for NaPoWriMo

Love Hurts

shadowleavesonlakeann

Day 9 – written for April National Poetry Month

Today’s prompt for #NaPoWriMo, suggested by Bruce Niedt. Here’s Bruce’s explanation: take any random song play list (from your iPod, CO player, favorite radio station, Pandora or Spotify , etc.) and use the next five song titles on that randomized list in a poem.

I really lost it!
Whole crazy thing
Love hurts
Love pain
What I love about Sunday
Just to see you smile
Summertime!

Poetry, Spring, Written for NaPoWriMo

Bear House Point

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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 while I watch rain falling
Here upon the first cabin, the Bear Point House
Across from our cove and on its own
A small pennisula reaching out

A most lovely house nestled into these Ozark hills
Bounded by Lake Ann and its wildlife homes
Peeking out many windows light the night
All in friendly persuassion
That all is right

National Poetry Month, Poetry, Written for NaPoWriMo

The Gift

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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 an 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 an-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