Tag: glopowrimo

Random thoughts on the Demodex…

Just as the microscopic mites which live upon our skin
–digging, crawling, eating, mating, dying–
are we not like tiny mirrors of the same living upon the earth?

Please note: This mini poem, is in response to the Day 9 prompt from NaPoWriMo.net – to write a poem in which something big and something small come together.

Weaver of Words, Work Thy Magic!

Set the desk with ink and quill
Prepare the parchment and work your will

Light a candle, let inspiration spark
Be ready to weave your words at first dark

Now, chant this invocation:

Muses hear me, in the night
Guide my pen, ease my plight

Spin my sonnet like a spell
Drawing ink, I conjure from this well

Let my lyrics lure the reader
Entwining verse, refrain, rhyme, and meter

Hypnotic haiku that intrigue the soul
Enchanting elegies that lament and console

Sing me odes to overwhelm the senses
And whisper limericks with no pretenses

Ballads that bewitch and beguile
Followed by epics that go on a long while

When at last the ink has run dry
And the first sign of light is drawing nigh

May inspiration cease and silence swell
Sleep now Calliope, Erato, Thalia, and Euterpe as well
As light sheds the veil, thus endeth our spell!

Please Note: This poem is inspired by the Day 8 prompt from NaPoWriMo.net – to write poems in which mysterious and magical things occur.

To cap off the first week, I decided to try a haiku – because I generally do not haiku.

grey autumn morning
one bare tree drips black like death
crow murder stands guard

warm breath
of
Spring

wraps
my skin
in a
blanket
of
promise

but
cold winds
whisk it              away

April rains
cool
and
harden

droplets
crystallizing
into slivers
of ice-glass
shards

sharp
and
stinging
against
flushed skin

becoming
snow                 flakes
heavy
and full

frigid hand
of
Winter

clawing
claiming
grasping

once more
before

giving way
to sleep

This poem is an attempt to follow the NaPoWriMo prompt for Day #6 – stretching our comfort zones with line breaks.

 

Remembering Advice From My Youth

Sit up straight
shoulders back
don’t slouch

Lift your chin
hold your head high
don’t look down your nose at people

Speak up
enunciate
don’t mumble

Be assertive
make your voice heard
don’t be a B-I-T-C-H

Be powerful
believe in yourself
but know when to bend

Show your strength
be firm in your resolve
but do it gently

Take care of yourself
but sacrifice your needs
for those of others

You don’t need another person to take care of you,
to complete you, but yield
to the one you choose

Love, honor, cherish, obey…
wait? obey?!
What century is this?
Whose rules?

At what point am I no longer me
and simply servant
to you?