Day Twenty-Six #NaPoWriMo

 

Coffee cup, mostly full

sizzle of the griddle

crackle. pop.

 

Tiny hands grab hold of her leg

hunger pains too much to bare,

she WAILS,

red faced little morning monster.

 

Chaos in the living room

personal space being invaded

feelings being hurt

a tangle of legs

foot meets face

“Moooooooooooooom”

SLAM! goes the spatula.

 

The microwave dings

the timer chimes

two boys stomp up the stairs

SLAM! goes the door

the scent of burnt toast

now filling the house.

 

She gulps cold coffee, bitter

swallowing the lump of anger

that threatens to come back up

yawn

more coffee, a splash on the floor.

 

© Caitlin Gramley

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Today’s prompt for NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Six : “write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.”

 

 

 

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Day twenty-five #NaPoWriMo

Your mind will tell you

when the voices take over

avoid what you love

your misery brings quiet

but the silence will not last

 

It only gets worse

so do not appease, ATTACK!

stand back up and fight

before you lose what you love

and you become but a shell

 

You must not forget

OCD dose not own you

you can find freedom

from the shackles that bind you

you must keep moving forward

 

© Caitlin Gramley

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This poem is in response to NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-five.

Prompt: “Today, we challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a warning label . . . for yourself! ”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Forest Bathing

Here is all the entries for last week’s flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch. Please take a look at all the diverse takes on the prompt. Join in tomorrow for a new challenge!

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INTRO

We go into the forest to find quiet, solitude, and healing. It’s something we long to do, and can be healing. Researchers in Japan and Korea have established evidence of restorative benefits from Shinrin Yoku — forest bathing.

That doesn’t mean this collection of stories basks under the canopy of therapy. Writers found many different paths into the forest.

The following is based on the April 19, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about forest bathing.

PART I (10-minute read)

Grandmother’s Giftby Jo/The Creative PTSD Gal

‘I’m going to share something with you, little one. Come,’ my grandmother said reaching for my hand leading me into the woods behind our house.

‘Take your shoes off love,’ that’s when I realized she was already barefoot.

She sat me under an old silver oak and positioned my feet on the earth in front of me…

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A Sunday Bath

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Stream (Public Domain)

Vanessa cringed when she heard the splash and giggles from behind. The short walk had turned into a two-hour trek. She turned, only to be greeted by the sight of two boys, now drenched from neck to toes. She mentally searched her van. Do I have anything to cover the seats?

“I told you boys to stay out of the creek. It’s too cold!”

“No it’s not!” The younger replied between chattering teeth.

“Look mom!” The oldest, now rolling on a bed of dry sand.

Breathe. Just Breathe.

“Boys will be boys, Dear.” Husband grinning ear to ear.

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This Story is in response to April 19th: Flash Fiction Challenge or at Carrot Ranch Literary Community

One

 

“We gather here, today,

to unite this man and this woman in

Holy matrimony…”

Fingers lace

a perfect fit,

 two

imperfect lives

“Two are better than ONE…”

ONE is better than two

Together, we

are “a force to reckon with”

You plus me

ONE.

 

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A quadrille for dVerse ~Poets Pub.

Written for NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Three.

 

 

 

 

Hidden Torment

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Skeletal-tree-Web by Fay Collins

One thought, not necessarily significant, is placed upon her mind. Anyone else would shake their head at the silly thing and move on, but she is unable to. Seeded, it starts to grow, slowly at first, a single grey tendril. It brings with it a second thought, then a third. Each one produces another, inducing fear and worry. Soon, its gnarled fingers have taken over, invading every peaceful moment. Questions and doubts, her only companions.

the naked tree sways

roots take hold beneath the ground –

no one sees how far

 

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This Haibun is in response to two prompts.

Tuesday Poetics – Fay Collins: Sarah challenged us to write a poem inspired by Fay Collins Artwork.

Carpe Diem #1413 Loneliness (Haibun in the classical way): “Loneliness … what does it mean for you. Do you choose loneliness sometimes, to find new inspiration and new energy? Loneliness … a strong emotion with a strong task today, because I love to challenge you to create a classical haibun. In other words, the haiku (or tanka) have to be written in the classical way. (More about this classical way of haiku-ing you can find  in Carpe Diem Lecture 1) Your haibun may have a maximum of 300 words.”

Also written for NaPoWriMo.

Summers at the Pond – a #haiku

 

Cousins play mermaid

 sun-baked rocks their castle

picnics in the sand

 

 

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It’s National Haiku Day! This haiku is in response to NaPoWriMo Day 17.

The Prompt: “write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time. It could be the story of the time your Uncle Louis caught a home run ball, the time your Cousin May accidentally brought home a coyote and gave it a bath, thinking it was a stray dog, or something darker (or even sillier).”

I don’t have any stories that stick out in my mind at the moment so I chose to write about fond summer memories instead.

You Said It Was Ok…

 

“No! How could you?”

“What? It’s just a bat.”

“Why would you kill it though? Bats are wonderful, mysterious creatures”

“No they are not. They are disgusting.”

“That’s your justification?”

“They are also annoying and ugly.”

“Anything else?”

“They are pests. They come into your house unwanted. They make noise.”

“So all those reasons make it ok to kill?”

“Yes. I just can’t stand to be around them. Killing them is just a public service.”

“Oh. Ok. Good to know”

“Hey, what are you doing with that shovel?”

“The way I see it, I’m…..doing a public service.”

“Wait! ……..”

 

 

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Look at these adorable baby bats!!!!

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Photo Credit: bordepanda.com

 

 

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This bit of flash fiction is in response to April 12 Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch literary community.

The Prompt: “In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a bat. You can use an association to the winged, cave-dwelling critter, or you can explore the word for other meanings. Bonus points for including a bat cave. Go where the prompt leads.”

*Disclaimer: I in no way condone the killing of people. This was just meant to be a light and humorous take on the prompt.

It’s Spring’s Turn Now

 

As the sun kisses the earth it draws frigid air back to the night. The afternoon’s heat now a dream I wish would linger a while longer.

Tangerine and blood

set fire to winter’s grasp

new life take hold

 

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This micro haibun (less than 55 words) is in response to dVerse Haibun Monday

Prompt: “A Japanese word, CHIJITSU, means LINGERING DAY, or LONG SPRING DAY: a Kigo that, in a way, can apply to both Spring and Autumn—one that invites poets from both hemispheres to write a Haibun from their unique perspective. That is our prompt for today’s Haibun. You may choose to use it in reference to a season, or even metaphorically.”

I am learning how to write haibun. Constructive criticism and helpful insight are welcome and appreciated.

#NaPoWriMo Day 16

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 Photo via: EJ Fox/Flickr/Wikimedia/Creative Commons

His scream carries through the back door, sending chills through her fingers all the way to her toes. She races to her child, heart frozen in between beats, only to be met with shrieks and giggles.

Grass stains, faded jeans

beads of sweat and sun-browned skin

epic game of tag

 

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Today I did a micro haibun (less than 55 words). This is my second attempt at a haibun. The form was not required for today’s prompt but I feel it fit this scene best.

Today’s prompt over at NaPoWriMo: “write a poem that prominently features the idea of play. It could be a poem about a sport or game, a poem about people who play (or are playing a game), or even a poem in the form of the rules for a sport or game that you’ve just made up.”