Seagull Dreams

To see a gull means
adventure is long and longing
When white wings expand across Pacific blue skies
escape lies on the horizon
If on one leg he stands balanced on a rock
life is safe, solid is your walk, steady you go
With two orange feet planted at the surf’s ragged edge
your steadfast determination will clear a turbulent past
If he squawks or barks or laughs at the wind
abandon agenda, explore new ideas, enjoy the flow
If he rides warm currents rising on the drift
growth is a gift that comes without trying
If a powerful rouge gust blows him to the side
it is time to change your plans


Happy Saturday and welcome to Day 14 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge. Today’s challenge is is to write entries for an imaginary dream dictionary. Dream dictionaries have been around as long as people have had dreams. Interestingly, if you consult a few of them, they nearly always tend to have totally different things to say about specific objects or symbols. For the challenge, pick one (or more) of the following words, and write about what it means to dream of these things:

Ballet slipper
Wobbly table

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. 

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.

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.

Tossed Sisters

Beneath the surface of time memories echo
Horn blown sea shells to call us home
Sand in our hair, pails full of treasure
Long summer days, the seashore remembers
One last temptation to glide in her surf
Unable to resist the wish of perfect wave search
Left tossed in sand break and thunderous curl
No board but the bodies of three little girls

Pacific Grove Morning Run

Ripples reflecting golden ray glows
Pacific sunrise where a sunset should be
Sand crabs in crevasse, green moss undertows
Fisherman casting silhouette on the sea
Paired seagulls sun on a burnt orange rock
Wave’s curl crash spilling spray in the air
Nod of a head a good morning crosstalk
Pride of Madeira sweet purple flare
Pelicans ride on the wind as it blows
Pitter pat sand raining footsteps below
Salt on my lips, on my face, in my nose
I miss my cat in my bed back at home

Day 11 NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.