Category Archives: NaPoMo


there was a time when I was huge
big as the world I filled the sky

years go by and as each passes
I become less and the world
shrinks with me

and more and more
I find myself
lost inside
my head


NaPoMo 30 Poetic Asides prompt: fading away


Not happy with this but glad to have completed the challenge.


I am unarmed
Except for words
Naked in the storm
I wrap them around me
For warmth on this night
Lightening flashes
Reveals one thought
Thunder shatters me
And the thought splinters
Into pieces like raindrops
Like diamonds, like glass
hail stings my skin and bounces
All around my feet
Steam rises from warm rain
Heated by the sun of
Yesterday afternoon
That is gone but leaves
A memory of light
I huddle in the dark
Hoping for the flash of light
Fearing it too
Feeling exposed by it
Corners illuminated
Where puddles hide
The ground
How deep
How dark
How long


Sunday Scribblings Prompt: Storm



I have a problem with time
it is linear and I am not
I rebound from what caught my attention
five seconds ago
and bounce back to the present
with a smack that shakes
me to my toes
and leaves me confused
seduced by a shiny thought
then ducking back into the shadow
to dream about yesterday’s double
entendre to ponder
but then the commercial breaks
and my attention spans the synapses
and sparks are flying
because emotions ran rough-shod
over logic I am not cognizant of
any reason for this other
than I just can’t keep the thought
train on the tracks
and there are cracks that I refuse to step on
as I procrastinate the dates fly by
as calendar pages ripped and tossed
and crossed to yes another year
they come with frequency
conflicted but still I sit
and write
when I should be


NaPoMo 28 Poetic Asides prompt: Write about a problem


The Trouble With Writing Prompts

the trouble with writing prompts
is that they can inspire
lead you down foreign roads
of brain grooves unmapped
navigating rapids and canyon
surfing verbage as you hold your arms
straight out for balance
…and fall anyway
because the heart does not
understand gravity
and sometimes the poem
skips a few steps
and skids onto the paper
shocked to find
itself breathing

poetic asides prompt: Begin a poem with “The trouble with…”

NaPoMo 27

There Is A Blue (Morgan Price artist)

There is a blue
Uncommon intensity
Laid next to buttery glow
Of lamplight anticipation
Evening out all the sharp edges
Of a day as dark cars ease down
Lanes of eateries and shops
Lit to entice
To excite and lure
With the promise of
Holding off a night

Hui Lai Chong A Painter Paints

Artist unknowing
Becomes art
Becomes landscape fodder
For a hungry brush
That speeds across time
And space
With no other thoughts
Than light, shadow, color
Dip, stroke, show
Don’t tell (shh)
Sneak up from the side
And you can almost catch
A wind tossed Sky
Through rustling green

NaPoMo 27


The lions are loose
In the streets tonight
Devouring moonlight as it spills
And flows down lane and alley
Chewing up the light
Leaving dark, leaving nothing
But empty shadows
And the sound of 
Of growling and gnashing
Of teeth

NaPoMo 26 poetic asides prompt:animals



Blond girl
In summer sun
A field of kids
Run like guinea hens
After the ball
Except for you
You sit in green grass
Blowing dandelion fluff
Corona around curls
Into a sweet breeze
t-ball days
Afternoon haze
Waiting for the end
And sno-cones

NaPoMo 25 poetic asides prompt: sports



I tell him to remind me

To pick up the dry cleaning
He tells me to remind him
To take out the trash
We laugh
Each can blame the other
For forgetting
This is what it’s like
To grow old together
NaPoMo 24 poetic asides prompt: love


I wake before the alarm
most mornings
and lie still
listening for the birds
in the pre-dawn moments
I stand at the kitchen window
waiting as the smell of coffee
takes over the kitchen
watching the light
take over the yard
and day begins


NaPoMo 23 poetic asides prompt: morning

Not happy with this at all – I am tired and the muse evidently went to bed an hour ago. Will re-vist later.

A friend told me that William Stafford is quoted as saying ( when asked for a solution to writer’s block ) ” I just lower my standards and keep on going.”

This is me lowering my standards….


How long have the stars
looked down on me sleeping
surrounded by cold darkness
colors shifting as they record
my petty dreams and fears
an indictment for crimes
I didn’t know I was committing

How long will the moon
smile complacent
knowing that I will be long gone
and the slow circuit will continue
as though I never was
Making me miss
what has not happened yet

How long have the clouds
floated comfortably across
the heavens above aching my head
filling and emptying
their never ending cycle
giving no care to where they are needed
or where they are feared

am I  judged and somehow found
wanting, insufficient by a dead sky
that cares not what I wonder
or that my eyes fill at the beauty
that makes my skin too small
to hold prayers of thanks
prayers of yearning
until the words spill out
and I am judged again

NaPoMo 22 2012 poetic asides prompt: judging


carved onto blank slate
pieced in letter and pause
punctuated by breaths
an unfinished picture
like the elephant in the room
each part scrutinized
as though the whole
how can you know
when I don’t know
this is who I am today
this moment – but it passes
and I gauge your response
curious to see
what I said
to you


NaPoMo 21, 2012

Let’s Stay

Look the moon is rising
Battered face still glows
While she hasn’t light of her own
She reflects what she is given
See that shadow of geese
Flying in her face, wheeling
Through clouds, and speaking of clouds
Why would they hide her
Let us stay and bear witness
To her faithfulness
As she hangs in the dark
This night as though
It is the only night and we
Are the only ones she smiles on
Let us feel the last drop
Of the suns heat shining on the moon
Feel the breeze move on the steady
Flap of wings as they blow
Cloudy mists across our faces
Leaving us breathless
In shadow


NaPoMo 20 2012 Poetic Asides Prompt: Title your poem “Let’s” and fill in the blank


Over and Over


john john saluted
in his little coat and shoes
as the horses walked sedately
I had measles and watched
as black and white images
played over and over
my friend from school
cried all day
big brother drafted
never coming home
I watched the news
as images of kill ratio
played over and over
older and wiser
or at least so I thought
cried like a baby
when John Lennon shot
into the atmosphere
giving peace a chance
wasn’t someone’s cup of tea
and the radio played it
over and over
like the challenger later
headed for the stars
and made it to heaven
before our very eyes
in technicolor repeated
over and over
and all I could think was
how it would be to lose a
loved one over and over
until nine eleven
when the worst of the worst
the unthinkable
was thought by someone and
thought became deed
and we realized we
were not invulnerable
and even then in
our arrogance we fought
about what kind of tribute
to erect to the fallen
over and over
you would think we would
learn but the lessons keep coming
and the wheel keeps turning
but over and over
we grieve and
don’t change

NaPoMo 19 2012 Poetic Asides prompt: life event

Stone Soup

stir the pot
make sure it’s hot
and what is not
well that is what
you throw out
with the baby
sliced and diced
and sweet enticed
to sup on ashes
sugar crashes
little pinches measured
inches of this and that
to make you fat
it shrinks the heart
(in more than one way)
I say, you know
what I mean you’ve seen
it every day the have and have
nots, empty pots with stones
for soup throws one for
a loop just check it out
we super size it, maximize it
belly not as big as eyes, it
seems so odd to realize
we throw away enough
to feed just one so share
a little, care a little
whittle down the hunger
understand we can
our hands can hold
each others hands
and feed the bellies
feed the spirits
feed ourselves
with shelves and shelves
of love and laughter
happy after all
is what we need
so get to cooking
start your looking
for just one and give
a little of yourself
and find that you are fed
your heart, your head


NaPoMo 18 2012 Poetic Asides prompt: regional cuisine

Wolf At The Door

his eyes were red in window glow
and I in fear was hidden
but in my head a voice that spoke
I did as I was bidden
my hand on door, I tried to stop
but watched it turning round
and creaks were heard as open wide
I stared out at the ground
a blur of sight out in the night
and fur became man’s skin
He stood and smiled and into light
I beckoned him, come in


NaPoMo 17 2012 Poetic Asides prompt: write fantasy or science fiction poem


Mass Confusion

take a thought and pull
a dream out of
the air and stir them up
and mostly you will
jumble up the muddle
of our middling ways we
want to try to
strive for clarity but
all the mystery is that the
more we try and cry and fry
our brain cells brain swells
big heads nod with
understanding wisdom
of the ages fill the pages
and we read and meditate
on all the information
but it causes conflagration
smelling smoke now
something’s broke now
take a poke and how
we think we have the answer
but the truth the deeper meaning
pundits preening it escapes
from under noses striking poses
knowing all but seeing nothing
fluff and stuffing just a bear
a silly bear would share his honey
and a hug you might as well
I’m here to tell you
It’s a mess and bless
your heart you think you’re smart
but part of you is like that bear
just silly willy nilly
take a breath or hold it in
you scold me but
I do not care and will not share
get on the bus and do not fuss
we’re all the same just in the game
and hope the driver knows the way
we bought our tickets
have to ride so hide the button
the inner spinner it’s your turn
feel the burn and realize
there is no prize
just keep on trying
stop the crying
take a peek and make your move
and try to prove
it’s not mixed up
we lost the rule book eight ball
all shook and the message
of the day is not today
tomorrow not too likely either


NaPoMo 16 2012 Poetic Asides prompt: Mixed Up


Slap a strap around your waist
And tie it to a blue balloon
Button up your over coat
Take off time is soon

Check your mask the air is thin
(make sure you have warm shoes)
Find a cloud and jump right in
Toss your fears, enjoy the view

NaPoMo 15, 2012

Poetic Asides prompt: slash, button, mask,strap, and balloon