Cajun Crabbing

First time foreigners, y’all
Let’s take a ride
Uncle Buck crows pumped full of pride
He hops in the truck
Trouble Dog at his side
Down the road, y’all
He cries out fried eyed
Pack some beers and snacks
Let’s pass by the shop
Grab the line and the traps
Some fish heads too
We’ll boil tonight, aight?
Four, five traps, we’ll catch a few
This here’s the bayou
He points out the glass
Grey pelican and pirogue slough
Watch the loose planks
Buck says with a grin
Watch the nails and the muck
Watch the KAR O SEEN
How you say, CreO SEEN
You don’t want no tar baby foot
Watch, ya’ll, watch and look
Heads in the traps, toss ‘em over the dock
Now ya’ll hand me a beer and y’all toss one back
Watch the traps, watch and wait
Watch your step, aight?
For blues we try to, look here over the side
Kerplunk in the bayou, Uncle Buck disappears
A Cajun style gumbo made of
hat and his beer
No blues for the pot, not a pincher to boil
Just Uncle Buck’s pride and truck full of chuckles

Happy Day 17 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge. Today’s challenge is to write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time. It could be the story of the time your Uncle Louis caught a home run ball, the time your Cousin May accidentally brought home a coyote and gave it a bath, thinking it was a stray dog, or something darker (or even sillier).

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?

Captain’s Orders

Hobby horse the captain calls a change in course
Cannot fathom why
The weather fair, the silver sky, moon sight bright
Hard a lee, ready come
About the confused sea, shimmer sextant, back and fill
Set the mainsail furl
Dead reckoning sheet in for a home port channel light
Beating heavy seas
Ay, ay my captain, close hauled we rest safe harborage tonight

Day 17 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge. Today’s challenge is to find a specialized dictionary. This could be, for example, a dictionary of nautical terms, or woodworking terms, or geology terms. Anything, really, so long as it’s not a standard dictionary Now write a poem that incorporates at least ten words from your specialized source.

Flutter By

Butterflies and I cross trails at Volcano Creek
No place better on earth, I’m sure you’ll agree
My legs they run strong
Footfalls meet my heart beat
If I felt any better, a unicorn I’d be

Day 17 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge is to try to write a “social media”-style poem. The poem is about you and you are about what you say, think, talk, eat.
It’s odd that this one stumped me for a bit, but got through it once I thought of what my actual FB post might look like. And, yes, it is all about me.