Boxes

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

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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

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

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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.