Snooty Sea Shells

19 Apr

(Prompt: Take a look at a list of actual sea shell names, and use one or more of them to write a poem.)

Last night did you hear
Those snooty sea shells
Gossiping under an incised moon?
The snout otter clam with its ghostly miter
Opined Jim would surely enjoy
Meeting the tuberculate Emarginula.
While the sniggling
Shoulderblade Sea Cat
Remarked on the Shuttlecock Volva
Of the beautiful Leather Donax.
“Oh hush,” the Sparse Dove demanded,
Though it wished some new confidence
For the Unequal bittersweet
Who suffers from a lack of self worth.
“She’s paired herself with
An Atlantic turkey wing,”
Whispered the Woody canoe bubble
With her triangular nutmeg,
“Even the False cup-and-saucer
Would have loved her far better,”
She said
With a nod of her pseudopod.

AABA

19 Apr

This pitiful poem is all I can do
On day seventeen of NaPoWriMo.
My muse is asleep and I can’t get her up
Though the month is barely half through!

Poet Tree

18 Apr

I wish you to be my
Poet tree
And shelter me when I’m gone.
You’re standing here now,
Needles and boughs whispering evening songs.
I wish you to be my
Sentinel tree,
Drinking in dew by my grave.
I wish you to be my
Humorous tree, your tickling roots causing waves
Of laughter of spirit, and comfort in death,
A partner to guide my way through
That magic transition from life to what’s left
When this rental agreement comes due.
I wish you to be my
Partner who’s free
To marry my consciousness now.
I wish you to be
Reincarnated me,
My atoms reborn in your boughs.

Choosing My Plot

17 Apr MY plot

I shall choose to lie down
Beside Anna Harris,
A poet and writer who
Died far too young.
A bench and a garden
And two trees above you;
They’ve tended your new grave with love.

Though we never have met
I shall lie down beside you;
Will you know of me there
For the next thousand years?
Those fir’s roots will find us
Recycling our atoms;
Grand trees together o’er looking the bay..

Corporate Greed

15 Apr

The weather this morning is worthy of note;
They say in Chicago you must wear a coat and snuggle a scarf
On your neck and your chin, or, if you can manage,
Just choose to stay in.

Tornadoes and snow storms,
Earthquakes and floods,
Droughts and a city demolished by mud.
With all these increasing around planet Earth,
Scientists tell us this all will get worse.
And yet there are those who refuse to believe
That corporate greed
Will take what we need for a viable planet
Where known life will flourish;
They still want to drill oil,
Destroying what nourished this beautiful Earth
That we all can call home;
We wish they would leave all the tar sands alone.

I only can think, as I hear the TV,
That corporate bosses can see what we see.
I hope that somewhere they have hearts in their chests
That care if their grandkids inherit what’s left
Of forests and rivers and seas that are clean
On our planet that could be more verdant and green.
Yes, up in Chicago I hope CEO’s
On April 15th are out shoveling snow.

Catch Her

14 Apr

Hurry, hurry
Step, step, step
Two-form structures
Where one might fall.
Pairs and poses
Look, light, quick.
Catch her,
No time,
The one who matches.
Hold her,
Quick, quick
Light, light
Catch her
Pull her
Tug her
The one to lean on
Or she’s gone.

This is from the second night that I participated in “Phrasings”, a performance of poetry and dance. I was one of the improvisation poets: Dancers were given music they had not heard before and then three of us watched and wrote poems inspired by their dance. We then had seven minutes offstage to polish our poems before they were typed into a computer and projected on a big screen for the audience.

Please Be My Whimsy

13 Apr

Please won’t you frolic me?
Please be my whimsy?
My shimmy?
Please be my new BFF.
Pull me and balance me,
Stretch me and touch me.
Take me on rides
Where I never have been.
I want to play leap frog.
Please ring my rosey.
I’m standing outside
And I want to come in.

I just participated in “Phrasings”, a performance of poetry and dance. I was one of the improvisation poets: Dancers were given music they had not heard before and then three of us watched and wrote poems inspired by their dance. We then had seven minutes offstage to polish our poems before they were typed into a computer and projected on a big screen for the audience!!! So that’s my poem:

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