Monday, April 24, 2017

The Bird Can Wait

The Bird Can Wait

I turn myself into a wheel over you.
You make me round and perfect.
Time is short,
but together we will finish this yarn.
The bird can wait.

GloPoWriMo Day 24

Sunday, April 23, 2017

The Well and the Rosebush

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The Well and the Rosebush

turning slowly,
pulling at something
that is not there.

growing free
any which way
in the back yard.

GloPoWriMo Day 23

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Growing Roses

Rose after rain
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Growing Roses

They’ll look like a bundle of sticks on arrival.
They are not dead, simply dormant.
Wear sturdy gloves.
Dig a larger hole than you think you need.
Diligently water your roses.
They might suffer and die in the heat.
Don’t drown them.
Attention to your roses’ other needs.
Deadhead religiously.
A small pruning saw is handy.
Feed roses, they have big appetites.
Keep beds clean.
Always wear safety goggles.
Enclose the plant with chicken wire.
Roses grown in weak sun may not die at once.
Hold your losses to acceptable levels.

This is a found poem. The texts I used are here, here and here.

GloPoWriMo Day 22

Friday, April 21, 2017

The Beauty of the Tweet

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The Beauty of the Tweet

Just stopping in for a quick disruption.
Meeting interesting inhabitants of ancient trees.
Prepping yummy food from scratch.
Using emojis and bullets to illustrate
a tea-based love poem.
New standards for the modern
mirrors of society.
Let the kids play.
Believe in
the beauty of
the tweet.
If someone were talking about you, would you want to know?

GloPoWriMo Day21

This is a found poem. I used my Twitter stream to put it together.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Yoga Poses

yoga mindfullness spirit
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Yoga Poses


I am an arrow and a devourer of sunlight.
I am myself and my own reflection
in the mirror.


I could have done this
back when my limbs were made of clay,
back when I was pliable and soft,
before the thorns grew
and the claws.


No, it is not because I am lazy.
I just don’t feel like going

GloPoWriMo Day 20

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Acacia Tree

Acacia det. (SG)
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Acacia Tree

I know you are tired.
Come and rest in my shade.
Do not be afraid.
I will lull you to sleep with my scent
and a soft rustle of wind in my leaves.
While you sleep, I will change your world
and turn it into something new and foreign.
When you wake up,
elmes, oaks and maples will be long gone,
apples and plums choked to death.
I will become the only reality you know,
you will need no other trees but me.

GloPoWriMo Day 19

Tuesday, April 18, 2017


Creux du Van by night
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We are at a crossroads of guidance and pain.
Wanderer, look within and awaken yourself.
Who are we?
Joyous starseeds.
Supercharged electrons.
Souls engulfed in wisdom.
A sign of things to come.
An unveiling of ultra-mythical consciousness.
A gateway to the solar system itself.
By summoning, we believe.

This is a found poem. I used this tool to create it. 

GloPoWriMo Day 18