NaPoWriMo ~ Day 30

At last, the final poem!  This has definitely been a challenge for me.  I can stop blogging for the next 31 days now, right?  I've paid my dues!  LOL!

THE LAST POEM

It’s ten o’clock in the morning,
the students are filing in.
I’d rather be at home alone,
my king-sized bed adorning.

It’s three in the afternoon, and
the classes are finally done.
I wish I could have spent the time
on something stupendously grand.

It’s ten o’clock in the night time,
the papers are still not complete.
I’m drowsing with this grading,
so please don’t expect a cute rhyme!


© 2013

NaPoWriMo ~ Day 29

LIMERICK #2

A tired young lady uptown  
sat drooping, her head hanging down,  
for when she tried 
hard to mimic the Bard,  
the bad rhymes they made her face frown.
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NaPoWriMo ~ Day 28

GUILT-RIDDEN
It eats away at  
the soul’s delicate fabric --
shredded, tattered...gone.

© 2013

NaPoWriMo ~ Day 27

(Based on an ongoing reflection on what love is, who loves, and how...and as you can see, I'm as befuddled now as when I first began to think on it!)

LOVE IS LOVE

You cannot prescribe,
like valium for the nerves,
the ways of love.

You cannot describe,
in facile metaphors,
the ways of love.

You cannot explain,
though theories abound,
the ways of love.

You cannot defeat,
in gladiator style,
the ways of love.


© 2013

NaPoWriMo ~ Day 26

(Sorry...this got posted on my other page here yesterday.)

STRANGER IN THE PARK
(Or "The Handshake")

He extended
an exceptionally large,
well-manicured  hand,
with long piano-player fingers.
If he’s an axe murderer,
he’ll be the only one
with such beautiful hands,
I thought.


© 2013

NaPoWriMo ~ Day 25

THIRST
 
He bent his head
and took her mouth
as though he were
dying of thirst
and she
was the well
in the desert.

© 2013

NaPoWriMo ~ Days 23 and 24

Day 23

(Instructions by the midwife to the grandmother once the baby is born, in the BBC period drama “Call the Midwife”.  The list below, in the senryu, represents the contemporary response to such a request.)

“SOMETHING WARM AND CLEAN”

Cotton onesies, blankets,
tiny socks for tiny feet,
mittens, and a hat.


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Day 24

RUNAWAY

She had run away,
disappearing from life
while she figured out
how to live for herself,

and not for children,
or a husband
she should never have married
and spent all her adult years with
till they parted.

A solitary tear escaped,
plopping
like a fat witness against her
onto the table.

© 2013