NaPoWriMo 2026, Day 24

Posted on April 24, 2026 by Mary Beth Frezon

A true tale. Last week, she jumped up on the chair where I sat. I snapped a quick photo and sent it to her foster mom. So last night was a bold move on her part. She usually snuggles with a brother or behind my knee. Her two brothers (one really is her sibling) are about half again her weight so maybe she’s taking me up on my “us girls gotta stick together” advice.

last night the little dink of a black cat
walked along me waiting in the dark
and stood by the pillows until I asked
are you waiting to get in, now?
I lifted the quilt and under she went
curling round until her nose pointed out
and her eyes could keep me in view but
then she put a paw on my arm and
overflowing with happiness, pride, at
the trust of this little cat born feral
she staked out her nest between the blankets
she knew I would not move my arm
three years she has dashed away from my hand
last night in the dark I melted again.

Selfie Photo: Miss Nyx cuddling up with me for a good visit. Black cat in the crook of my arm while we both look up at the camera.

photo: black cat with head and feet sticking out of a brown paper grocery bag. Sitting on a wood floor with a cardboard "tudor" house behind.

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NaPoWriMo 2026, Day 23

Posted on April 23, 2026 by Mary Beth Frezon

I described my month so far of working with sonnets as a sort of DIY therapy program. Didn’t have that intent when I started but if you plop a line on the screen/paper and wait for the next to arrive, anything can happen. Not all gems, not all mud but anything may emerge.

while waiting for the eggs to cook
and the coffee to brew again
how shall I not think of you
and sip the coffee, eat the eggs
savoring well each bite of each
until you are all inside me
you once more, the others to sustain me
and any other crazy thoughts
i may not be sure of the future
but these eggs and coffee and you
you are done so long ago I cannot
remember all I probably should
I remember you are gone and good
so my bowl and mug, so starts my day

photo: on a natural color hand-loomed placemat, a white bowl with blue design along edge holds several chopped up eggs and some butter. Nearby is a big white mug of coffee, regular. In between sits a folded pair of glasses.

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NaPoWriMo 2026, Day 22

Posted on April 22, 2026 by Mary Beth Frezon

Happy Earth Day. NaPoWriMo suggests a poem with an inner dialogue. Here’s one I’ve been having for a few weeks. It’s the age-old artist problem – keep on exploring in the area that you’ve been doing and where there’s skill and comfort or try something new and be a beginner. Maybe find a way to do both but will that work?

this week recalling the magic woman
who cast aside her deep knowings
for years in service, in anger
it vanished into morning mists and chores
one day awakened by a bird, a touch,
she must regather it all step by stone
straighten out the twigs, put the flow to rights
all requiring remembrance and work
the work is all we have in this life
strength that comes from repetition and risk
and so I picked up my tools once again
nervous but eager to begin again
afraid to lose myself in this my work
which only wants all of me or nothing

Pieces of fabric stuck to a wall, lots of blues, triangles, squares. a few pieced squares that look like simple houses - a roof and a window.

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NaPoWriMo 2026, Day 21

Posted on April 21, 2026 by Mary Beth Frezon

Got Deja vu? Sure do! (Sounds like a George Bilgere title! and is not the NaPoWriMo optional prompt du jour)

Shall I write about trees again?
Another round of people loved and lost?
Should there be a line about that time we
kissed and wept and hated and wept
as though the moon would never shine again?
never is a long time I think
forever down the road the other way
and the trees are out there and full of birds
this cup of coffee, just one of thousands
these three cats, the latest iteration
so then, these words, written or typed
circling back to tell me — yes, life goes on
this latest april snow, this bright green grass
these dishes I’ve washed since college.

A small bowl with a blue onion pattern around the rim and center has a stainless steel spoon with a beaded edge resting in it. They both sit on a handwoven cream-color cloth.

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NaPoWriMo 2026, Day 20

Posted on April 20, 2026 by Mary Beth Frezon

When there are no birds at the feeder, there’s usually a reason, and sometimes the story is revealed in a few feathers left behind. NaPoWriMo suggested “try writing your own poem that uses an animal that shows up in myths and legends as a metaphor for some aspect of a contemporary person’s life. Include one spoken phrase.” I’m not sure I managed all that but it did gather some thoughts on life in the yard.

In the quiet yard
a pile of feathers, yellow, black
left behind in the struggle
now all is still, no mourning
no sad songs, no vigils
At the end of the drive
tan and black feathers, scattered
not by wind but hunger
I take one, feeling complicit
knowing it was a mourning dove
knowing it was a sudden death
but as I turn to go I hear
three crows yelling to the mourners
Hey! We found him! We will give chase!

a disheveled white feather on the grass

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