Day 15: NaPoWriMo – I Would Di For You
I Would Di For You We should give it a try and let us roll the di. You should roll one for me and one…
Day 14: NaPoWriMo – My Thoughts Swing
My Thoughts Swing Higher and higher I fly on life’s swing Not playing well in the silicate box. My thoughts come crashing down to…
Day 13: NaPoWriMo – Revenge
I have never quite understood the phrase “Revenge is a dish best served cold,” as the warmth of blood provides the happiness of a…
Day 11: NaPoWriMo – The Traffic Jam
On my pathed commute I hear honking. I stay in my my lane Flipping the bird A literary morsel. I’m passed by two Canadian…
Day 9: NaPoWriMo – What’s Your Name?
I always dreaded morning role call. “Mike,” asked the substitute teacher. “Here,” bellowed the pre-pubescent boy. “Beth,” said the monotone teacher. “Present,” giggled the…
Day 8: NaPoWriMo – The Iris
Bewildered iris. Rather epithelial. The eyes can’t smell fear. The napowrimo.net prompt for Day 8 of National Poetry Writing Month was to write a poem about…
Day 7: NaPoWriMo – Tritina For The Ox
The Ox I awoke this morning stretching like an elongated eel. Looking in the mirror, I saw a former strong ox. Broken down, I…
Day 6: NaPoWriMo – I Have A Bone To Pick
My Beef Grief For one year you did lay dormant, silvery skin unexposed against frozen bones broken by a blade. Unwrapping you from your…
Day 5: NaPoWriMo – A Seed By Any Other Name
I gaze in your maize and smell your inflorescence. You’re my Obsession. For Day 5 of National Poetry Writing Month, the napowrimo.net prompt is to…