NaPoWriMo Day 9: Captive

“We are all captives of a story.”

— Daniel Quinn

Maybe you tell your story

with maudlin stiffness,

keeping ironic distance with narration

because you don’t really know

what you feel.

Or maybe you tell your story

through traveling shoes

because you have a troubled SOLE,

GET IT?

However you pun or spin or lie

to your audience,

no one is really captive.

They go back to their car,

or hang up the phone,

or log out of Twitter.

The story that matters most

is your personal legend

that finds freedom

silently,

speaking volumes

for itself.

SO FUNNY! he would poke his head out like this and be so turned off by the cold he’d smash his face out to breathe and keep his neck warm…i love neo-kun/ton-suke!

NaPoWriMo Day 8: Prescription

PRESCRIPTION

All I know are doctor’s offices.

There are many important questions.

Like what kind of coughing etiquette

did the last reader of this People magazine have?

Did a normal moisture

darken that tongue depressor

in the trash?

How long does it take

to write a prescription?

I’m perpetually waiting here,

which can only mean

my secret self of germs

 stumped all the medical books.

Yay!

I’m an original.

But diagnose me.

I am asking you

to bother with my blood.

Just in case

I may be normal.

NaPoWriMo Day 7: Gratitude and God Start with G

UGH I STILL HAVE A FEVER AND PIGS ARE STOMPING IN MY BRAIN WHY. MY SINUSES  ARE TURNING INTO WALRUS TUSKS. But I did a poem today. Yay! I hope you like it and are in good health.

GRATITUDE AND GOD START WITH G

whatever you call your words of comfort

they are not really words anymore

but sign posts pointing

to a gold violin,

or a mountainous inheritance,

a new girl…

interchangeable forms

emerging like crystal

from the fog of your desire.

Words like “God” and “grateful,”

sometimes erupt from my vocabulary

as souvenirs

from Tomorrowland’s

phantom blessings.

The words as silent benefactors

of what I can’t yet speak.

yooooo what’s up i found this on pinterest.

(this was inspired by a chance chat with a dear mentor and earth angel Uncle Mel! we live in a friendly universe, not a hostile one…)

NaPoWriMo Day 6: I’ve Been a Liar my Whole Life

I’VE BEEN A LIAR MY WHOLE LIFE

When you lie

it’s like always watching

for the first sign of rain

so you can duck and cover.

Obsessing over whether

the cloud formations

resemble your imagination

When really it’s the sunlight

you should be worried about.

 

NaPoWriMo Day 5

I HAVE A FEVER?!?!?

Winter’s rough exit.

Turned my back on tylenol.

My blood mutinies.

Day 4 NaPoWriMo

I missed yesterday. Oh well time can kiss my ass. While it’s not slapping the whole world around with no effort lol. Today’s prompt said to write a lune. Never heard of this but it’s: the first line is three words, the second line has five, the third one has three. Kinda like a haiku with those limitations.

The inner split

unhurried to the finish line

 the waxing moon.

from Jane Yolen’s Owl Moon

NaPoWriMo Day 2: The Boy Who Drew Cats

I am one happy Pisces! Or in non-hippie speak, I’m just a happy nerd. I love National Poetry Month! This is so much fun. Today’s prompt wanted us to invoke legends. One of my favorite Japanese folk tales is “The Boy Who Drew Cats.” And I don’t even like cats! But I guess they get a pass from me because this story is just so cool.

such a great childhood book. and cute illustrations too 🙂

The Boy Who Drew Cats

Prayers parade

and engulf the temple.

The searching wanderers

– man and woman –

sweep the pews

– night and day –

and still long

for an end to duality.

~~~~

A goblin-rat haunts the grounds,

birthed from the inner landscape

of tortured souls.

He devours the dreams

of warriors and puts their fight to sleep.

~~~~

An artistic child

needs to become a priest,

because he’s a lousy farmer.

The innocent refusal

of destiny.

The goblin does not care,

his grip on the temple

a vengeful cloud.

The boy hides at night

and comforts himself

by drawing cats in a cupboard,

imagining a meowing ecosystem

of ink, shadow and water.

When he wakes

there is blood.

His cats mangled the goblin

while the boy slept.

Priests are safe once again,

prayers reach anew the highest order.

Evil has severed from itself

by the gentle preference

of a boy’s soul.

NaPoWriMo Day 1

I thought I’d write about one of my favorite things for the first day of National Poetry Writing Month. FOOD. So here. YES. FOOD.

Food

When did it all get so trite?

And predictable and dumb?

Basic sustenance exaggerated

into gluttony.

Or worse: fetish

#WholeFoods

All these damn food pics!

As if you need

to elevate the experience of digestion.

Isn’t the miracle

the food itself?

The feast before you fit for consumption,

give thanks!

Do not summon my a-salivating

all over my computer screen.

Losing my appetite

over vicarious hunger games.

“Someone threw a snow cone on my windshield! I thought I crashed into a rainbow!” LOLOL a line from Bob’s Burgers Also a flashback pic of getting food with my bfffffff

***No T no shade to all my friends who post food pics. KEEP THEM COMING. I love em. I just love to hate em too sometimes. Cuz I’m always hungry.***

here goes!

Will be leaving for Japan tonight, please come back if you want to hear about my adventures in Nihon or just see pictures of delicious food.