Well, whadya know? We made it to the second day. Woot woot! Just some musings about a topic that everyone talks about so.much. here. It’s not the best; it’s not even really a poem, but we tried?
Author: lastchancetobreathe
NaPoWriMo Day 1: A Librarian’s Lament
I did write this poem yesterday, but got so caught up in promoting NaPoWriMo to my students that I forgot to post here. Plus it’s still technically April 1st in the States, so yay for wibbly wobbly, timey wimey stuff! Anywho…here’s my start to NaPoWriMo. Never done it before, not really much of a poet, but here goes nothing.
When Life Gives You Tuna Mushroom Pizza…
Today was one of those hard-hitting Gospel truth days.
Don’t Let Me Shine
Well, hey, I’m not dead…and I’m back with a non-fiction, non-poetry post, so if that’s not your thing, feel free to check back whenever I next decide to brush the dust off of this blog and post again. But if you’re interested in transitions, wrestling with purpose and placement, and my favorite BTS member, Yoongi, read on.
Prospect
It’s in the little things.
Stripping walls of posters that have hung for years.
Examining belongings, what stays, what goes.
Just items, but memories too. Continue reading
Measure
We’re all trying to find our measure.
In still black and white,
Or artfully arranged plants in
Carefully articulated colors. Continue reading
Always
Forward, forward, forward.
Always.
Can’t look back; can’t look now.
Forward, forward, forward.
Always. Continue reading
The Bright Side of Banishment
(Image taken from https://www.pathwaystogod.org/my-prayer-life/daily-offering/offering-those-who-wander2018)
The prompt was “conversation.” I took it a bit further and made a short story entirely out of dialogue because dialogue is my jam.
“You know, this could be worse.”
“Oddsballs, Lawrence! We’re scheduled to be banished. Forever. How could it possibly be worse?”
“Well, I mean, we could have been killed, so….”
“Yes, being taken away from our country, never to see our friends and family again, is much better. I feel so much more optimistic now.”
Pygmalion
(Image taken from: https://www.ecarenphoto.com/Fine-Art/Pygmalion-And-Galatea/5)
(On thirdcoastwriters.wordpress.com, our theme was to rewrite myths….I’m terribly late with my post and not completely satisfied with the end result, but here it is, nevertheless…)
As soon as I finished her, I knew I had created a masterpiece.
She was perfect. From her long, softly braided hair to the tips of her rounded toes, she was wonderfully proportioned and lovely to behold.
Years of inhaling marble dust and whittling away until my fingers ached and here she was – the best that I could have hoped for. Better, even.
Dolor
Acquainted with grief,
Though not at this level.
I didn’t know sorrow could go this far.
This is more than I can bear.
How can love hurt so much?
ali oleary 