Yellow Peep box
Marshmallow mocks
Left over from Easter
No one would eat‘er
Tossed in the can
With bacon drip pan
Apple core bran
Muffins and spam
Milk carton crush
A rotten tooth brush
With no one there
Along came a bear
Smelling the air
Tipped over the bin
Potpourri from within
Strewn here and there
Delighting said bear
For all but the Peeps
Which no smart bear eats

The good news about being so many days behind in the NaPoWriMo challenge is that I will have plenty of left over prompts to get me through the next couple months. Today’s challenge is to write a Skeltonic verse. No skeletons involved. Rather, Skeltonic verse gets its name from John Skelton, a fifteenth-century English poet who pioneered the use of short stanzas with irregular meter, but two strong stresses per line (otherwise know as “dipodic” or “two-footed” verse). The lines rhyme, but there’s not a rhyme scheme per se. The poet simply rhymes against one word until he or she gets bored and moves on to another. Dipodc….not sure I got it.

By the way, this Peep-Bear story is true.

Shared Paths

Build bonds
Time travels underfoot
Girlfriends navigating life’s trials

Shiver timbers
Whitewater fording soul
Current against linked arms

This year I find myself so far behind in the 30-day NaPoWriMo Challenge. Here it is Day 23 and I’ve probably only written ten poems. But okay, I press on anyway.

The prompt for Day 23 is to write a Double Elevenie. An Elevenie is an eleven-word poem of five lines, with each line performing a specific task in the poem. The first line is one word, a noun. The second line is two words that explain what the noun in the first line does, the third line explains where the noun is in three words, the fourth line provides further explanation in four words, and the fifth line concludes with one word that sums up the feeling or result of the first line’s noun being what it is and where it is. A Double Elevenie would have two stanzas of five lines each, and twenty-two words in all.

Last Night

A twilight glow in scented winter rain
Embered starlight at last became the day
Remembered pattered feet in fleeting pain
The rain, my pain, in starlight once again

Your eyes in distant mist pulled soft away
Your touch, a wisp of winter chill’s last refrain
And I lay still in silence that could not contain
The rupture of your brain, yet I remain

If not for gentle wandering of friends
If not for walls that held my slump upright
If not for the words you whispered at the end
Would I have packed it in with you that night?

Alas, I wake from second night in fright delay
That winter wills me stay yet not insane
In mourning that I wake from more champagne
And you, and I and dreams not ruptured by a vein

Day 17 of the NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a nocturne. In music, a nocturne is a composition meant to be played at night, usually for piano, and with a tender and melancholy sort of sound. Your nocturne should aim to translate this sensibility into poetic form! Need more inspiration? Why not listen to one of history’s most famous nocturnes, Chopin’s Op. 9, No.2?


Oprah Winfrey
Never conducted a symphony
But orchestrated wishes like a Christmas star
Surprise! You get a new car! And you get a new car!

I’m so happy to have this simple prompt for Day 14 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge. I’m suffering from jet lag and sleep deprivation after returning from our week in Maui. I know, poor me. Still.. the struggle is real.

Here’s the prompt: Because it’s Friday, let’s keep it light and silly today, with a clerihew. This is a four line biographical poem that satirizes a famous person.

State of Grace


S​ilenced by the sounds of the surf slicing down
White sands of sugar beach in this hula hanging town
Lanai a background of blue sky, blue sea, blue birds
Twitter by, red head cardinal pearching high on the rail
Clouds silently slip by under sky like a boat under sail
Saying my farewell, aloha well, in the wellness of this day
Surrender to the its blessings in a most Hawaiian way

Dat 12 of the NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem that explicitly incorporates alliteration (the use of repeated consonant sounds) and assonance (the use of repeated vowel sounds). This doesn’t mean necessarily limiting yourself to a few consonants or vowels, although it could. Even relatively restrained alliteration and assonance can help tighten a poem, with the sounds reinforcing the sense. 


I’ll build a bigger box to hold my memories of today
To keep them safe until there’s time to polish their display
Cherish each piece, each smile, turn it over in my hands
When time alone won’t limit me as plenty I will have
My bread box isn’t brimming, mostly crumbs upon a plate
So kiss my cheek, you’re so sweet, I’ll be a little late

I promise when the box is full I’ll spend more time with you

No time for games or tuck you ins
I wait in lanes no commute friends
And when my day has beat its end
You will long be on my mind
Yes there’s a price for wanting more
More home, more car, more shine
It’s all for you I burn this oil
And just a little pride of mine

I promise when the box is full I’ll spend more time with you

I’m hoping that you’ll squeeze it in each little squirt you grow
I’m hoping that you’ll wait for me when up I finally show
With a box that’s full of dreams of things we might become
And the other even bigger filled of times I’ve lost and loved
I’m saving everything for then, and I hope you save some room
To squeeze me in before they walk me out in a box of pine for good

I promise when the box is full I’ll spend more time with you

Day 11 of the NaPoWriMo challenge is the Bop. The invention of poet Afaa Michael Weaver, the Bop is a kind of combination sonnet + song. Like a Shakespearan sonnet, it introduces, discusses, and then solves (or fails to solve) a problem. Like a song, it relies on refrains and repetition. In the basic Bop poem, a six-line stanza introduces the problem, and is followed by a one-line refrain. The next, eight-line stanza discusses and develops the problem, and is again followed by the one-line refrain. Then, another six-line stanza resolves or concludes the problem, and is again followed by the refrain

First Mate

Blown in on slender air billows linen white
Red wine, placed hand, cocktail napkins, opinion stand
And sunsets from here and then lined across her face
First ring were I to call a friend in times of flight
Let it rain, let us dance again in circles around the flame
Dousing dreams, creating schemes, my crazy matcing hers
Lipstick red straight of a bed, miles through the night
Bare toes in sand, bare breast surf strand, lapping at the moon
The keys, yes please, trays filled with cheese and dip
Pack now, lets go to burry friends at sea, alright?
Salt rimmed glasses view the world, salt encrusted t-shirt girl
Will always say alright. Slicing heaven here on earth
Bring shoes, headlamp and key lime pie. Bring spouse for crew and beer
And lest forget, sunset deck, new house, new friends, New Year

I find myself almost caught up for NaPoWriMo Challenge. I’m jumping straight ahead to Day 10’s prompt. Today’s Challenge is to write a poem that is a portait of someone important to you. It doesn’t need to focus so much of what the person looks like, as what they are.