Day 22, NaPoWriMo – Earth Day

Posted on April 22, 2016 by Mary Beth Frezon

The time has arrived after blue sky days –
Morning rain pushes into yellow earth
and soaking there in the April coolness
pulls out new green from ground and every limb.
There, in the field rolling down to the west,
inky splotches that turn into turkeys.
The biggest, tail splayed to impress the hens
the rest hanging out waiting for romance.
Behind them in the hedgerows bursting out white
an unnamed tree of yearly glory blown
just now not an anonymous green hiding
they soften the hills and edges of spring
the world has bided for its wakening
and now is brought from its knees to dancing.

I did see those black splotches aka turkeys this morning. Normally I see them alongside the road trying to act cool like buzzards. Today was party day though in the field surrounded by what are probably wild cherries in fresh flowering.

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Day 21, NaPoWriMo

Posted on April 21, 2016 by Mary Beth Frezon

Thanks to the prompt at NaPoWriMo this morning!

Once upon a time, was how she began
to spin out the story of her lifetime
days spent fleeing evil stepmothers,
nights spent dreaming of kind, handsome princes.
She built castles of clouds, safe within walls
with bowered gardens and towers so tall.
Perhaps a secret passageway or two
and very few mirrors, or none at all.
No one came to her rescue in the end
Each day a gift, each night a rest, she thought
waking and closing her eyes, she asked not
any more or less than this, her own life
Perhaps not the happy ending of dreams
but those who found her were blessed by her joy.

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Day 20, NaPoWriMo

Posted on April 20, 2016 by Mary Beth Frezon

I wish I had words to tell all of it
the ridiculous and ordinary
the painful and laughable, all nonsense.
Not really worth the time of pondering
but then so much energy is needed
that it’s easier to lock it away.
The brain tires worrying it endlessly.
Better to set it aside. Lay it down.
I turn my eyes to the impossible:
the sky in the last minutes of the day
when the dark hills hold back an orange red
that fades up to an nameless, ageless blue.
Every day, every night, turns endlessly.
I can see the sky with my eyes closed.

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Day 19, NaPoWriMo – How to Make a Quilt

Posted on April 19, 2016 by Mary Beth Frezon

Take two, inspired by this wonderful poem by another NaPoWriMer, Dawn Whitehand who’s a potter.

Take several yards of some new fabric
plus whatever old scraps you have nearby
look through all your books and your magazines
find a pattern that’s close to what you want
Then do all the needed calculations
and start chopping up the fabric to bits
strips and squares, triangles and rectangles
stack up all the pretty colors neatly
Sewing with an eye to efficiency
run all the pieces under the needle
until all small pieces are one big piece
of fabric again and so beautiful.
Layer, quilt as desired, or in the words
of a wise friend, quilt the hell out of it.

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Day 19, NaPoWriMo

Posted on April 19, 2016 by Mary Beth Frezon

I was without an idea today at lunch and tonight when I got home so I took a swing at the suggested prompt from NaPoWriMo.net website:

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write the latter kind of “how to” poem – a didactic poem that focuses on a practical skill. Hopefully, you’ll be able to weave the concrete details of the action into a compelling verse. Also, your “practical” skill could be somewhat mythological, imaginary, or funny, like “How to Capture a Mermaid” or “How to Get Your Teenager to Take Out the Garbage When He Is Supposed To.” Happy writing!

It was a tonic and lime sort of night, what can I say? This is what came out.

Recovering from a really bad day,
As in, from a really bad day at work:
Smile blankly most of the day and be cheery
like no one you could stand to be right now
Do your job. Do it so well you feel good
about it even though you hate it all.
Listen so carefully that you’re intense.
Ask thoughtful questions. Soak in the answers.
Later you’ll put ice in a glass and then
measure gin, fill with tonic, squeeze a lime.
Sit down and watch an old M*A*S*H show and let
the tears flow at the very sad ending.
Do the stuff that really matters to you.
Rinse and repeat and repeat and… repeat.

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