Wave Farewell

Crystal grains between my toes
When will we meet again?
Who knows?

Fingers reaching from your flows
Ankles deep in your Zen
Time slows

Beg me stay within your crash
Foaming pleas, salty tears
Mist blows

Time to go, but I’ll be back
May be days, may be years
Or so

You’re never far from my soul
When chaos fills rigid days
I know

Dreams of comfort make me whole
Drift on your sunset rays
Float low

Now I take your windswept leave
Bid farewell to your shore

Gift of shell you bribe and cleave
Makes me miss you still more

Today is Day 30, the final day of the NaPoWriMo challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days. Appropriately, today’s write a poem of farewell. This one was inspired by the photo banner of my blog, Retirement Legs. It is an actual photo of me saying good bye to my Mexico beach.

Going off the Rails

A high speed train of opinionated passengers
Demanding deadlines of yesterday’s due
Stank nerves, vision blurred, voices heard, feelings hurt, a taste of sour dirt
My gut screams green
I’m Casey Jones in Vaughn, Mississippi
Just give me more speed
I’ll get there on the advertised
Or crash and burn alone
One hand on the brake, the other on the whistle string taunt
Because that will get me ahead
Who sold me such hifalut’n foolishness?
The dark road of success
Pot holes filled with death at the rainbow’s end
I’d rather skip rope in its colors
See Casey jump. Go Casey. Go.
Whistle blaring, tracks tearing, I’m jumping from the train
Opinionated puppets splintering in my dust
No hero I sink on the ship
Ay caramba! I leap in faith
While bullet train utters its final demand
Chugga, Chugga, Chugga

Today’s NaPoWriMo Prompt: The prompt is called the “Twenty Little Poetry Projects,” originally developed by Jim Simmerman. It’s tedious in its specificity, requiring that twenty specific components each appear in the poem. Quite a challenge.


Huddled in the downstairs closet
where he sat on hope
he pushed back a tree limb
and shoved open the door
He had a clear view of the sky
where the roof should have been
All of a sudden, he felt rain
The huge tree had fallen in
You hear how still it gets
not a leaf moving
The sky the weirdest gray
He heard a loud whoosh
Dad said, ‘There goes the roof’
Half-dozen pillows to protect their heads
Mementos turned crashing debris
from the house that used to be
Ruination around him complete
grotesquely curled by funnel force
like a giant came along and stepped
on his childhood home
Worried about his father’s rocking chair,
which had been in his family forever
sifting through the wreckage
they cut some trees out
and found it, unscathed
just like his parents, just like he
Voice cracking, he realized,
The Lord was looking out for us,

Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge: Find a news article, and to write a poem using (mostly, if not only) words from the article, You can repeat them, splice them, and rearrange them however you like.
I’ve used only words from today’s NBC news article, Tornado Survivor in Mayflower, Ark., by Tracy Conner

What the Shell

in a Peruvian Hat
imagine that
men clamber for the dream
Snout Otter Clam
well, I’ll be damn
Strawberry Top
covered in whipped cream
and when they swoon
an Incised Moon
dangles from above
but down below
their dollars show
a young pink Sparse Dove
False Cup-and-Saucer
don’t seem to bother
those whipped by
Leather Donax
put please don’t block
a Shuttlecock
Volva, hey wait,
can they say that?
her Striped Engina
in her thong Triangular
Nutmeg her given name
on the stage Tricolor
Niso discovers
money is the game

her Shoulderblade back
this slutty Sea Cat
makes Woody Canoebubble
his pants
it’s a Ghastly point Miter
with Heavy blue Bonnet
she butters the pole slider
on time and never Tuberculate
she shows her Emarginula
acting too familiar
to Lazarus
her Jewel Box
Unequal Bittersweet
she leaves the stage Atlantic
Turkey in the Wing fanatic
awaits her final dance
but it’s all over now
the shell won’t go on
put your clams in your pants

I’m making up for lost time. Here’s the prompt from NaPoWriMo Day 19:
Today I challenge you to take a look at the list of actual sea shell names below, and to use one or more of them to write a poem. You poem doesn’t have to be about sea shells at all — just inspired by one or more of the names. (I decided to use the entire list)

Peruvian Hat
Snout Otter Clam
Strawberry Top
Incised Moon
Sparse Dove
False Cup-and-Saucer
Leather Donax
Shuttlecock Volva
Striped Engina
Tricolor Niso
Triangular Nutmeg
Shoulderblade Sea Cat
Woody Canoebubble
Ghastly Miter
Heavy Bonnet
Tuberculate Emarginula
Lazarus Jewel Box
Unequal Bittersweet
Atlantic Turkey Wing

Miles to Go

A diamond scene, sparkling clean
Beneath a cream puff dappled sky
The gravel crunches underfoot
As I go running by
And squawk a goose from hither pleas
To join the arrow pack
I climb the mid-day running hill
No cars breathe down my back
The waist high wall, to me it calls
Come, rest your weary bones
But I, long distance runner me
Have miles to go alone
Until the squeals, of gang two wheels
Roar slanted round forward bend
Then pass they do, two by two
And I’m alone again
Napowrimo miles to go

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: Write a poem from a photograph. I chose this one from the four given. It reminded me of where I’d rather be, instead of crippled on the couch.

Wounded Knee

A whisper or a nudge or then a shout
Life’s lessons will be heard, ignoring them won’t do
Baptized in pebbled creek I learn in screaming shock
The teaching miles of mountain trails have doled out
Choose the even path; weather wet or muddied shoe
But like a life unbalanced, I chose the teetered on the rock

Crash land into boulder, full weight on bended knee
Splash down into water, soak insult through and through
Curse stream of obscenity, words flowing out non-stop
Alright, I give, I learn through injury

I’ll trust Your water walk


Since I’m still hobbling on crutches from last week’s fall during a water crossing on a trail run, I’m using today’s poem as a reflection and a chance to learn from making a bad decision. Seems I still don’t have my Retirement Legs under me yet.
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: Write a Curtal Sonnet. It is shorter than the normal, fourteen line sonnet. Instead it has a first stanza of six lines, followed by a second stanza of four, and then closes with a half-line.

Say Something Good

I was hoping to hear her say something good
We need to talk, today if you could
She walked out the door
Her keys on the floor
She’s not coming back, and there I stood

Say something good, I know that I should
Smile at her crayon print of the woods
Will you tuck me in bed, she keeps saying
There’s a monster outside, will you slay it?
Do you like my new dress?
Did you make this mess?
It’s all I can think, but don’t say it

Why can’t I say something good?

Did you get dressed for bed?
Did you brush your teeth yet?
Is your homework done, like you said?
I’m still trying to breathe
Why did she leave?
What fairytale is left to be read?

Say something good

What would it hurt to say it?
Say something good, at least fake it
There’s more hurt to share
If I don’t even dare
Kneel beside her and pray it

Just say something good

Your mama was tired, I’m just saying
It wasn’t your fault, you were playing
Lord, take good care of her
But I’m lucky, yes sir
‘Cause I get to stay here with you, ‘stead of strayin’

Let’s say something good

Her little eyes blink open bright
Does she see through my smile to my fright?
She brushes my arm
She smiles her sweet charm
I love you Daddy, alright?
Thank you for saying something good, good night

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: Write a Anaphora, a literary term for the practice of repeating certain words or phrases at the beginning of multiple clauses or, in the case of a poem, multiple lines.