#napowrimo24

[awyldepoetry]

Unaware

I take something from the pulling, yearning revel in the tacitly moving toward and unaware, you cannot reciprocate But you’re no longer unaware

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A. Wylde

April 10th, 2024 NaPoWriMo 10/30

[sheri42]

P24 The Eagle

the idea of creating a better world through understanding and knowledge guided by love. #smallpoems #clmooc #poetry24 #poetry #napowrimo #napowrimo24 #baldeagle #wisdom #faith

Photo by Scott Hunter; 2//11/2006 near Banks Lake, WA Daily Note Every day, a photograph, a poem. This is the last day of National Poetry Writing Month and National Poetry Month. I’ve written a poem every day this month. Actually, I’ve written a poem every day for about five years. I’m thinking about not writing every day to focus more on my art, but then I do love writing. Today’s poem is…

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NAPOWRIMO24 #2: Come, Come to the Sunset Tree (dedicated to the album The Sunset Tree by The Mountain Goats.)

[writeallywrite]

Her eyes spoke to me #napowrimo24

NAPOWRIMO 2024 Day 3 Her eyes speaks to me in a language I’m not familiar but I can totally understand through the dilation of her pupils and her blinking counts. In a soft yet precise and straightforward signal, I understand it well. Without a single tear flowing down her cheek. It was clear as the blue sky of March that day her eyes spoke to me, Her eyes said in the softest and respectful…

[awyldepoetry]

If you're tired, dear one

When your eyelids fill with twilight, the afternoon a song when your mind-machine won't run the program any longer let them flicker closed in a supple dreamy peace; If you're tired, dear one, you can sleep

If the motor in your sacrum gets to whirring unannounced, if the chariot of your body calls for endings unforeseen let it fire up and run you, any path that you please; If you're over it, dear one, you can leave

Should you feel the water rise, hear the rumblings at the dam should you chance upon the sate or the undue let discomfort be a pilot, let it lead you to the aches; If you're finished, dear one, you can break

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A. Wylde

April 1st, 2024 NaPoWriMo 01/30

[awyldepoetry]

Choices, choices

Tiny tiny hands in yours, small unbalanced steps and his hair is thin and wispy. He waddles toward the grass, your eyes never leave him, a soft smile on your cheeks. This is how I come to remember you both future past. This is how I forget and remember our names.

Tiny tiny feet splashing in the riverbed, your hands under his arms holding him just close enough. Delight and wonder and awe as he watches the water, as I watch you, as we both watch him.

I remember the moment he came to be, tornado sunshine sweltering heat, summers of Love caught between our fingers, slipping beneath the sheets. I remember the moment we saw his face together, picked his name together, held our breath and took the leap. Tiny tiny moments with immeasurably big weight. Choices, choices, not fate.

I remember falling in Love, once with you, and once again with the idea of him. And somehow we are all true, all always here, always enough, even as I daydream and spill hope from my pen. My heart is a carpenter, built our first home, his treehouse, our bed, felling trees and shaping wood to be the bridge beneath his feet and we are miraculous: you, me, him, and especially us three.

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A. Wylde

April 30th, 2024 NaPoWriMo 30/30

[awyldepoetry]

What comes next

In the absence of a plumbers fair wage, I found a bucket to sit underneath catching the drops like silent stifled tears as they runoff from the overflow of my sink We only notice the magic of plumbing when there is a leak only notice it again when the bucket is full, it too overflowing under the weight, unnoticed as our grief

There are not enough hours in my lilac year, or years in my lavender life to pull petals for all the fallen stars we collectively count from dark skies Our cries, our pleading, our "it doesn't have to be like this," each a single drop Our whole, unholy loss

Every classroom an enclosure of untamed rage every bathroom a battlefield, and our children are so tired they need rest We fire and howl for them, our challengers towering stand few but unyielding on imposing steps, each of us with a bucket under the sink at home and another one, here, in our chests, and I don't know, I don't know! It hurts and I don't know what is next all I know is we were too late for Nex

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A. Wylde

April 17th, 2024 NaPoWriMo 17/30 (on death of Nex Benedict 2024)

[awyldepoetry]

Letter to a Lover

Tongue still tasting tartly of the postage stamp, the tiny envelope now sealed, smeared, partly damp west coast rainy season wrapping us in petrichor, earthy the soft bubble of the kettle promising warmth, mercy a hope the size of a pebble in my throat, notes to savor it's the unruly notion, the untamed hope, forbidden flavors if truly my intentions were laid bare, I'd be already offshore I'm the playwright at the gunfight, no knife, I came to explore sneaking out to the mailbox, lest I lose my own right to choose small stones underfoot, she'll smell the rain on me, confused could I return to the corporate, the stale, the empty? could I unpaint my self-portrait, regress, rescind? I watch her, spoon in the mixture, stirring the batter the post man stops by, and she knows somehow I watch her body with the knowledge watch her, shatter

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A. Wylde

April 14th, 2024 NaPoWriMo 15/30 (Day Thirteen Prompt)

[awyldepoetry]

Ode to my old sweatshirt

Vividly, even recklessly you dazzle the bees would think you Meadowsweet you sketch and render, portray me in soft light engender a memory of me steady, complete

And I enjoy you so gingerly, but often you hold me as your edges unravel and even as I love you, so do I break you down it's a mortal path we jointly travel

There, a scrape in your benevolent elbow, and what a mighty brave face for me you wear I'll spent my Saturdays darning on the loom your comfort teaches me the tools for repair

And in your effervescence I am seen, even known a character beloved, whose old sweater characterizes paint me a Dahlia, Azalea; your keen glow even the sullen storm cloud in me it well disguises

We both know this won't last forever, and yet we cling to Loving Spring anew together again making promises we can't bear to keep smarting at impermanence, mending fraying ends

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A. Wylde

April 12th, 2024 NaPoWriMo 11/30

[awyldepoetry]

Alterations

A stitch in time saves nine, and often nary a stitch will do dawdling, dragging, tedious is the weaving thin red threads of our fate in and out, in again, and out again again, steadfast, resolute so goes the repair

What’s left is neither old nor new but changed and it’s in the observable bits that we learn to be reminded in the same way you can still see the healing, but can’t still see the wound every needlepoint a singular pang, the torture of being changed

And when a stranger asks uncouth, tilts jaw to point and jeer we won’t belabor our vices, demystify, undress our snags, provoked only tip the corners of our mouths in quiet acquiescence, nodding gently; hear tell we prefer the alterations freed from flawless, we get to be real

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A. Wylde

April 2nd, 2024 NaPoWriMo 02/30

[awyldepoetry]

Lessons in Sijo

Intrigue coaxed me into coffee so we could share a morning cup Enchantment had me drink myself silly so we'd never tire Serenity stopped me in my tracks re-feeling all I'd thought

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A. Wylde

April 29th 2024 NaPoWriMo 29/30 (Day 28 Prompt)

[awyldepoetry]

That you don't know

If you know, you know. More importantly, if you don't know, you don't know

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A. Wylde

April 29th, 2024 NaPoWriMo 28/30

[sheri42]

Everything

instances of "Life finds a way," #smallpoems #clmooc #poetry24 #poetry #napowrimo #napowrimo24 #lifefindsaway

Daily Note Every day, a photograph, a poem. One of my favorite things to find is an example of “Life finds a way,” because it seems to be true: life will find a way. Here a small plant found a way: a seed, a bit of dirt, the rain. That’s all it needed, and now it grows in spot in the rock wall until the gardener pulls it out, I’m sure and sad. But the little plant could have roots and pull…

[awyldepoetry]

Newcomer

One thing with older men is if you can get them talking about their house or their yard, so that one’s not too hard I know enough now to be dangerous and I think if you can surprise someone you are halfway to winning them over and I don’t need friends but I do need neighbors who aren’t motivated to scare me away Still I occasionally fear I’ll be found out, walk away wondering if I pulled it off was the comment about cement slab just enough, or ever so slightly too much?

One thing with young wives is if you smile so polite and know all the niceties to repeat and not the house, but the home is a safe enough inroad I don’t need to be invited to the book club but I wouldn’t turn down a recipe for shortbread I can do the baking and making alone, and maybe it gives us just one more thing to try and talk around and it’s always the trying, tiring, but I keep on trying anyhow

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A. Wylde

April 28th, 2024 NaPoWriMo 27/30

[sheri42]

Spring in Shadows

"Spring in Shadows," emphasizes nature's patterns and encourages seeing things differently. #smallpoems #clmooc #poetry24 #poetry #napowrimo #napowrimo24 #tanka #perspectives

Daily Note Every day, a photograph, a poem. On this day a year ago, the day was warm and sunny, and down the street around the cul-de-sac this lovely shadow pattern of leaves displayed on the sidewalk. I had to look up and then down again, enjoying the change of perspective as the spring green grass with bright yellow dandelions gives way to the grey and black on the sidewalk. Above, spring…

[awyldepoetry]

Limelighter

Do you dance anytime that they ask, is it that? will you rise on command to amuse? And only the laughter, only the eyes seem to settle the restlessness in you brief, fleeting, you exasperate newly choreography you'll demean then deploy

Do I wait to be wound like a toy, is it that? do I suspend until I get to put on? And only the charm, only the wonder seem to soften the disquietude in me steady, lasting, I hold back, interlude games I'll rebuff, then play to win

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A. Wylde

April 27th, 2024 NaPoWriMo 26/30 (Day 25 Prompt)