NaPoWriMo Day 12

Vincent van Gogh [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

I’d like to say, but never would, that

I am

worth

just

as much

as

you.

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#AprilPrompts – Day 11 – THRILLER | Donna L Sadd

Maria Slavona [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Here’s a Day 11 prompt on Donna L. Sadd’s blog. I don’t know why it says Day 9. I’m sure there’s a reason. I’m often confused.

#AprilPrompts – Day 9 – THRILLER | Donna L Sadd.

Here’s a contribution:

Thriller

She has retreated

to a basement

where there is

no back door

and the grimy

window is too high

to reach, and the

skulls of previous

victims crunch

slightly under

her feet. She shares

a dark corner with

a rather large  spider,

a snake of indeterminate

toxicity, and a few

odd mice. Then,

suddenly

down the steps,

a shaft of light…

Donna L Sadd

Day 10, Donna L. Sadd’s Prompt: Write a Poem About Heart

By Jerry “Woody” from Edmonton, Canada [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Today’s prompt on Donna Sadd’s blog is to write a poem about heart. Here’s mine:

The token

in my story

was going to be

a golden heart,

until I heard

every book

crossing the desk

centered on

that symbol

of life and love,

so I decided

to move a beat

further into

another constant

of life: change.

Day 9, A Haiku Regarding Truth

Today, Donna Sadd asks us to write a haiku about truth. Here is her link.

#AprilPrompts – Day 7 – Truth – #Haiku #NaPoWriMo | Donna L Sadd.

Here is mine:

Truth

A bird is singing

outside my office window.

What is there to know?

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Singing bird photo by Cephas (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC-BY-SA-3.0-2.5-2.0-1.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Six Declarations and a Question

See page for author [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

The doomed cottonwood is leafing out.

I have to call our handyman.

He needs the work and will do it well.

I remember when it was a sapling, bending in spring wind.

It is now too brittle to stay.

Its roots are sprintering our cement.

Why didn’t it flourish somewhere else?

 

Write a Poem about Laughter

 

By Andrea Schaffer from Sydney, Australia (Hotei, god of happiness at Jōchi-ji temple) [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

 

On day 7 of NaPoWriMo, Donna Sadd requests the pleasure of your laughter poem.

#NaPoWriMo – Day 7 – Laughter – #Kids | Donna L Sadd.

Here’s mine:

Laughter

When my father
was young,
he went to work
painting backgrounds
for animated gels
in a cartoon studio,
The first day
he sat in on a session
of daily rushes,
giggling helplessly
at the gags
until the other
artists turned
around to glare
at the fool who
thought their
work was funny,
funny, isn’t it
how easily we
all forget what
we are really
doing here?

A Frog Poem for Day 6 of NaPoWriMo

By Gord Webster from Victoria, Canada (Handful of Tadpoles) [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Donna Sadd challenges us to write a children’s poem about a frog today. This one is more for parents.

#NaPoWriMo – Day 6 – Frog – #Childrens #Poem | Donna L Sadd.

Frog

We caught him
together, one
afternoon, in
a pool among
some rocks,
put him in a
paper cup
left over from
lunch, sloshing
only a little
mossy water
on the floor
as we carried
him to the kitchen
and a Mason jar.
When he sprouted
little legs, even your
big sister, who is
always bored
these days
could not stay away
and she helped us
migrate him
to a bowl with a
river rock because
she knew, though
you did not, what
was coming next.
One morning,
you woke us
with all the
amazement of
Christmas in your
voice, saying,
“A frog!
A frog!”