Maui Morningmare

Turtle crows breaking night
Sweet flowers scent delight
Turkey, rooster could it be?

Chirp birdsong choir call
Air fills with squawk and squwal
While turtle dreams blanket me

Surf rolls dawns first light
In salty foam of white
I crawl from deep sheets of sea

Day Nine of the NaPoWriMo Challenge is write a nine line poem. I am using a Balassi Stanza format with a rhyme scheme of aad bbd ccd and a syllable count of 667 667 667.


There’s no where to run, I continue to say
It’s not that kind of beach, too short, too steep to bother
Just try anyway, he insisted this day, try anyway
So I lace up my shoes and trot towards the water

In a brilliant sky day the ocean churns a low crash
Rutted deep sand seems to flatten ahead
Crabs scurry side step to clear my foot path
Keeping close watch from eyes atop of their heads

Haleakala before me and I at her feet
Her crown of ringed clouds guarding her crest
To my right easing surf in glass turquoise retreat
Banyan trees border the sand in wide arch on my left

A fortuitous sight, this must be a good sign
Leather belt bound with buckle weather beaten and strong
Sandy trophy for running wherever I find
The narrow beach curves then streches out miles long

No pack on my back, no bottle in hand
Just this smooth shell I rub between forefinger and thumb
Keeping a beat with the tide no earbuds could can
And I am grateful that I agreed to this run

In standing straight form ten poles planted in line
Their master casters crawl from low slung pitched tents
I duck my head beneath invisible filament line
That cross over the beach to the water’s clear depths

Three miles in buildings first enter my view
Yoga and crossfit pilates right there in the surf
I turn and head back salty sweat beginning to stew
And then there’s my husband an impromptu water stop crew

Again I am gone, a white lab sharing my gait
’till he turns  runs headlong into slow crashing surf
Chasing a fantom ball because he can’t wait
For the real one hidden deep in his keeper’s shirt

Long sweeping waves extend their greedy grasp
Poseiden reclaimig this portion of land
While pipers pipe piping he takes without ask
Narrowing even further this slender strip of sand

And I, I feel blessed, this day in this sand
For a the shore, these shoes and this life
But more for a man who loves me just as I am
And for this day long ago when I became his wife.

I’m a few days behind this year. This prompt was from Day 7 for the NaPoWriMo challenge. The challenge was to write a poem about luck and fortuitousness.

My Air BnB Host

Granny, scattered curls gray spilling at the door
That welcome, let-me-show-you-to-your-room look
Do you need another blanket? Something more? Sleep well then
Lady of the house

Warrior, armed priestess charging with a cause
Steeling aim, one strike swipes insects buzz midair
Inspects intruder pinched within her claws. Sleep well then
Lady of the house

Mountains, purple silhouette against a broken dream
Canvass colors stroked with heavy handed heart
Oils, brushes in half baked easel scene. Sleep well then
Lady of the house

St. Pauli Girls stand chilled, ready for a dance
Dead soldiers await cremate recycle across the countertop
Clink, clink when cubes are dropped against a glass. Sleep well then
Lady of the house

Matriarch, portraits in a parent’s proud display
Two sons, two daughters cheese years of Christmas pose
Yet alone you are in double wide with a cat. Sleep well then
Lady of the house

The Day 6 NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem that looks at the same thing from various points of view. The most famous poem of this type is probably Wallace Stevens’ “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”. You don’t need to have thirteen ways of looking at something – just a few will do!


Diamonds sparkle glint blue cascade
Builds and crests and rolls
Curling, swirling a timed parade
Tips white with frosted foam
Sunlight blows from the leading edge
A wall of glass below
Shatters crashes in hurling pledge
To wipe out undertow
Then flattens spilling foam again
And soothes my wetted soul

Day fives’s NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem that is based in the natural world: it could be about a particular plant, animal, or a particular landscape. But it should be about a slice of the natural world that you have personally experienced and optimally, one that you have experienced often. Try to incorporate specific details while also stating why you find the chosen place or plant/animal meaningful.

Don’t Bother Me

I regret having offended him
Wide eyed dark and buzzed
Had it not been for his brother
His sister, or his mother before
Interuptions at lunch and dinners
swept out on the floor
Red cloth in the woods
Branches cracking beneath the spread
He stood in the ointment before the breaking of bread
I swatted him then, or his father or friend
He frenzied about only playing half dead
Up he sprung like a drunk taking flight
zigging this way and that
And I knew what I’d do
for one moment
if I were a cat
I called instead an old lady I know
Who took just one strike
Then swallowed him whole
I regretted it then
Trading his life for my own comfort care
But I wii sleep better
without his dark stare
Day 4 of the NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem with a secret – in other words, a poem with a word or idea or line that it isn’t expressing directly. The poem should function as a sort of riddle, but not necessarily a riddle of the “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” variety. You could choose a word, for example, “yellow,” and make everything in the poem something yellow, but never actually allude to their color. Or perhaps you could closely describe a famous physical location or person without ever mentioning what or who it actually is.

Recipe for Disaster

Preheat with taunts, a jeer, a sneer
Let simmer softly and blanch by fear
Don’t mix to blended, separate by kind
Let white dough rise and othered bind
Bring to boil, let hate infuse
Reduce the heat when chaos ensues

Day Two of the NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem inspired by, or in the form of, a recipe! It can be a recipe for something real, like your grandmother’s lemon chiffon cake, or for something imaginary, like a love potion or a spell.

Discounting Naysays

And we’re back!  It’s Day One of the 2017 National Poetry Writing Month challenge.  If this is your first year following my journey of the NaPoWriMo challenge to write a poem a day for the month of April, welcome aboard. To the rest of you, welcome back!

I will be using the daily prompts from the NaPoWriMo team as inspiration for my writing.  So here we go.

Today’s prompt is to write a Kay-Ryan-esque poem: short, tight lines, rhymes interwoven throughout, maybe an animal or two, and, if you can manage to stuff it in, a sharp little philosophical conclusion.


Discounting Naysays

It’s step one
Two that keeps
The Voice of doubt
At bay
Closer yet to
Finish line
Three, four
While voices shout
No way. No way.

Five, six shuffle
muscle cramps
Like teenage
Girl’s Charley horse
Move seven, eight
Hustle dance
Distract the groans
To abandon hope
And course

Eight, nine, ten
Nearer every
Stride waves banner
Of the finish line
Doubters chime a
cheer eleven
Pipers piping
Claim they knew it
All the time