Yellow Peep box
Marshmallow mocks
Left over from Easter
No one would eat‘er
Tossed in the can
With bacon drip pan
Apple core bran
Muffins and spam
Milk carton crush
A rotten tooth brush
With no one there
Along came a bear
Smelling the air
Tipped over the bin
Potpourri from within
Strewn here and there
Delighting said bear
For all but the Peeps
Which no smart bear eats

The good news about being so many days behind in the NaPoWriMo challenge is that I will have plenty of left over prompts to get me through the next couple months. Today’s challenge is to write a Skeltonic verse. No skeletons involved. Rather, Skeltonic verse gets its name from John Skelton, a fifteenth-century English poet who pioneered the use of short stanzas with irregular meter, but two strong stresses per line (otherwise know as “dipodic” or “two-footed” verse). The lines rhyme, but there’s not a rhyme scheme per se. The poet simply rhymes against one word until he or she gets bored and moves on to another. Dipodc….not sure I got it.

By the way, this Peep-Bear story is true.

Cross the Line

I cross the line
With worried winded final push
Uphill slog, eye on the time
Water bottle’s empty slug
Wipe a salted brow
Ignore the blisters my toenails dug
Scamper to the music
Plug in ears, plug in my tunes
Feeling alive my gliding gate cruise
Herded storming bovine
We are off in a burst
I cross the line

Day 28 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge. Today’s challenge is to write a poem that tells a story. But here’s the twist – the story should be told backwards. The first line should say what happened last, and work its way through the past until you get to the beginning.

No Hands

Three miles left
They cry, “You’re almost there”
Greet me, you rise to meet me
Cross river in your care
Where hooves have tread
And rail cars rattled
Deliver me safely over
White water paddled
Far behind lie canyon miles
Scampered, clamored, fought and won
Dream complete day and night
And rising second sun
Now clomp and stomp
A silhouette on shadowed ridge
Towards finish line I come
As I cross No Hands Bridge

Welcome to Day 28 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge. Today’s challenge is to write a poem about bridges. A bridge is a powerful metaphor, and when you start looking for bridges in poems, you find them everywhere. Your poem could be about a real bridge or an imaginary or ideal bridge.

It seems appropriate to write about No Hands Bridge today as I will be finishing Western States 100 two months from today. It is the culmination of many years of running and my last big challenge. No Hands is the symbolic home stretch of the race. Once you cross it, you are almost there.
no hands