NaPoWriMo 2021 – Poem #5

Chopping Onions

When I was younger
chopping onions
never made me cry

Back then,
special contacts – hard and rigid
protected me
from the burn

Now I understand,
my eyes – naked and unshielded
how each slice stings
eliciting tears

As I grow older,
I chop them – more and more
as if craving
the unbidden emotion
it stirs

NOTE: For today’s poem, I followed a prompt from Christina Thatcher – Read ‘cutting greens’ by Lucille Clifton. Answer this question: What is on your chopping board? Carrots, watermelon, poverty, sexism?

Image borrowed from simplejacki

NaPoWriMo 2021 – Poem #4

Bridge to Nowhere

angled pathways
extend into the void

white obscurity

enveloping the way,
winding and wooden,
layered with snow

reaching toward
mysterious spaces
beyond range of sight

only faith
blankets the steps

of those who dare to tread

NOTE: This poem is inspired by the prompt for Day #4 – write a poem inspired by a photograph from the perpetually disconcerting @SpaceLiminalBot

NaPoWriMo 2021 – Poem #3

a shadow ahead
on the road to your brother’s
blackens road and hill, 
remnants of a fire still burn, 
destroying our path forward

Note: For today’s poem, I followed a prompt from the Scribophile Non-traditional poetry Group – write a Tanka poem about any subject or moment in time you like.

NaPoWriMo 2021 – Poem #2

As the young tree bearing first fruit,
I blossomed and grew
’til my branches felt the weight of ripeness.

As the harvester seeking sweetness,
you found me and tasted
what was barely ready for picking.

With each swelling bud, burst,
bloom, and petal fall
I bore fruitsweet, tender, green and bruised.

With each taking, you took too much.
With each giving, I lost too much.
Until you wished to taste another…

My tree grew heavy with fruit unpicked,
branches drooped and laden with sorrow,
until you came to harvest once more

my fruit so full it fell into your waiting hands.
You caught it with the reverence
of one who had been starved.

Yet, as your demands grew greater,
my branches reached higher,
taking my fruit away from your reach.

NOTE: This poem is partially inspired by the prompt for Day #2 write a poem about your own road not taken – about a choice of yours that has “made all the difference,” and what might have happened had you made a different choice. This poem became more about leaving a bad situation than the potential future though.

NaPoWriMo 2021 – Poem #1

Speak to me in color
the dreary blues of your sadness,
the bursting reds of your anger,
and the bright yellows of your joy.

Allow me to listen to your emotions
letting them wash through my cells,
vibrating through my core,
and saturating my senses.

Let us feel each other in the din of silence
where a hush is as loud as a cymbal,
blackness is as bright as the dawn,
and tears are like lifeblood from the soul.

Be in me and I in you.

NOTE: This poem is inspired by the prompt for Day #1 – write a poem inspired by this animated version of “Seductive Fantasy” by Sun Ra and his Arkestra.


The body was like a broken windup toy.

Detective Ramirez squinted at the metal tab protruding out the neck.

 “Tube key,” the CSI supplied, noting his confusion.

“Sorry, what?”

“You know,” she pointed to a partially used tube of toothpaste. “For rolling up metal tubes.”

“Huh.” Ramirez nodded.

“Wicked, right?”

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Dax peered into the miniature cage. “What’s with the cricket?”

Lydia shrugged. “Old family superstition. First cricket found in the house brings you good luck.”

“I thought that was bad luck,” Dax frowned and left the room.

Lydia smiled into the cage. “Sing sweetly tonight, my little harbinger of doom.”

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“Nice costume!” The glitter-smeared, broken-winged fairy yells over the din. Her breath is thick with alcohol.

He surveys the room, bodies and faces hidden behind an elaborate array of masks, makeup, and flimsy costumes.

“Thank you,” he smiles triumphantly, leaning closer.

She doesn’t yet realize. The party is his disguise.

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