#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.”

 

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Day 12 #NaPoWriMo

fountain

Photo by: J. Stephen Conn

 

The fountain welcomes strangers with it’s water song.  Weeping cherry trees bloom their white dresses just in time for a wedding as benches whisper stories of first loves and stolen kisses. The maple trees laugh at children playing tag and hiding painted rocks. The sidewalks groan at the thought of a new festival season, but the band stand eagerly awaits the crowded lawn and new talent.

Young grass peeks through mud
a new season of laughter
joy abounds

 

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This is my first attempt at a haibun. Prose it not my strongest form. Posted for NaPoWriMo and d’Verse 

I am open to constructive criticism since this is my first try at a haibun. I know I need improvement so any suggestions and critique on form would be helpful.

 

 

Tomorrow’s Coming

Tomorrow’s coming

I know it to be true

it will be a day much like today

monotony

child tears and laughter

haunted day dreams

piles of laundry

dishes, old and new

job one

job two

kiss from the husband and a quick

I love you

jumbled thoughts

of past events

and future possibilities stuck on repeat

food cravings and warped mirrors

doubt

fear

a little loneliness

nothing new

tomorrow’s coming

I know it to be true

 

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Day eleven for NaPoWriMo.

Today’s prompt was to write about what your future would look like.

 

I Just Need a Moment…or Two

 

I let the water fall over me
not hot enough to burn but turned up enough to hurt a little
to overpower the pain of the voices
the thoughts that pelt my mind
like pea sized hail in constant down pour
puncturing tiny holes in my sanity

 

I let out a whispered scream
don’t want to wake my husband and toddler
napping down the hall
my two boys are playing some game downstairs
but they might as well be right outside the door
their whiny voices

“Get your leg off me!”
“Ow!”

carry up the stairs penetrating my moment of solitude

I scrub at my scalp
wishing I could peel it off and massage my brain
maybe then it would relax
and give me peace, if only for a little while

I crank up the heat a bit more
Stopping at ‘pink skin hot’
I need a few more minutes

 

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This is my entry for day Ten of NaPoWriMo. It’s a day late but it took me a while to get what I wanted to say to come out right.

Prompt:  “write a poem of simultaneity – in which multiple things are happening at once”.

Morning Dance

Shoes

           check

Hat

           check

Backpack left under the chair

                                                  over there

A tangle of arms

              “Hold still”

Tiny fingers try

             Wiggle

                          Squirm

A fight of the wills

Seconds

                 tick

                          tick

                                   tick

Mommy’s patience dwindles

Sigh

Almost done

Zipper breaks

                        Cheap coat

Groan

            “Let’s Go.”

 

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This little fun poem was in response to Quadrille #54: Zip It! over at dVerse. We had to include any form of the word zip and had to use exactly 44 words.

Getting kids ready for school, always a chore!

 

 

Daily Torment

Out of reach

I lift my arms

To no avail

Lofty, unattainable

I gawk at my mind’s mirror

I cry out

Call out

Stop.

Can’t.

Not good enough

Here I am.

A spec.

A blip.

Take a step

SLAM

Pick the brick from my skin

Walls meant to

PROTECT

KEEP OUT

                                                         Kept in

                                                                              Diminished

                                                                                    Inadequate

 

                                       Beaten down

Get up

Stumble

Get up

Fall

Get up

“Stay Down!

Small.

Insignificant.

Imposter.”

 

I lift my weary head

 

I.

 

STAND.

 

AGAIN.

 

 

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For this poem I use prompts from Day Six and Day Nine for NaPoWriMo.

Six challenged us to play with line breaks and Nine challenged us to write about when something big and something small come together.

This poem is about the daily fight with mental illness(BIG) and self(small).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s too hot in here

photo by Dan Carlson

photo by Dan Carlson

My racing thoughts burn through my mind

The heat is too much to bear

So I succumb, obey, repeat – Silence… but for a moment

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Written for Three Line Tales, Week Twenty-five