The monster lurks in a green shroud of waxy leaves. Crouched in stillness she lies in wait mindful not to rustle the bed of pine needles mounded like hay at her feet. The slightest whisker twitch would surely give her away. Carelessly lilting above her steady gaze the flutter of an orange breasted oriole skips in and out of the pink azaleas. The monster steadies her sights.  In anticipation her shoulder twitches as she prays for a landing. Rapt in joy to greet the morning sun the oriole misses the monster’s glitch and with a chirp lands bouncing on a lower branch. A shower of pink petals, green leaves and brown needles swirl in the air as a blur of orange breast feathers head skyward.

under every bed
monsters wait for morning rise
early birds survive


Day 12 of the NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a haibun, a poem that mixes a paragraph of prose followed by a haiku. Today’s challenge takes in the natural landscape of the place you live. It may be the high sierra, dusty plains, lush rainforest, or a suburbia of tiny, identical houses – but wherever you live, here’s your chance to bring it to life through the charming mix-and-match methodology of haibun.

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. 

Mother’s Prayer

Somebody’s mother
Not understood
A woman’s last word
A prayer
To a friend
Six feet of earth
The land of beginning again
Is it true
The day is done
Walk slowly
Try smiling
Our lips and our ears
Who walks with beauty?
The level and the square
In Flanders Field
There is no death
My mother’s prayer
The cry of a dreamer
A wonderful mother
Hyacinths to feed thy soul
Days of birth
If you but knew
A smile
Song of hope
Among the beautiful pictures
I’ll remember you, Love, in my prayers
Nobody knows but Mother
And then no more

Welcome to Day 12 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge. Today’s challenge is challenge you to an index poem, you can start with found language from an actual index, or you could invent an index. I made it easy on myself and used the index from the book, The Best Loved Poems of the American People. Each line in the Mother’s Prayer is actually the title of a poem.


glow spills over hope fills room
yellow streaks wooden floors
through sideways slanting blinds
wraps me, hugs and warms my insides
woods beyond slatted back fence
chirp birds one by one
rise greeting the sun
awaken new possibilities
sputter and spill in coffee churn
daybreak brings journey new
toes curled below warm fleece
tucked neatly to my chin
toast the new day
brush cobwebs give way
and let a beginning begin

I am so thankful for today’s uncomplicated NaPoWriMo prompt. I am completely spent from the 50-mile race I ran yesterday, that I can barely put two words together to speak, let alone write.

Today’s challenge is to describe in great detail your favorite room, place, meal, day, or person. This can be done in paragraph form. Now cut unnecessary words like articles and determiners (a, the, that) and anything that isn’t really necessary for content; leave mainly nouns, verbs, a few adjectives. Cut the lines where you see fit and, VOILA! A poem!

I am also behind a day in the poem-a-day challenge because of yesterday’s race, so I will need to make up Day 11 at another time when my brain is more functional. From what I can see, the Day 11 challenge was a doozy.