Merger

Were it not
For empty spaces
Longing looks on book end faces
Meet and greet in office places
Stolen glances
Handshake plans rolled out in blue
Negotiations to build it big, build it new
Brush by shoulder
Contract signed, scope defined, schedule set
Ribbon cut in time for press, suit and tie and fitted dress
Late night smolder
Ought not share with all stakeholders

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Today’s challenge is to write a poem that stretches your comfort zone with line breaks. That could be a poem with very long lines, or very short lines. Or a poem that blends the two. You might break to emphasize (or de-emphasize) sounds or rhymes, or to create a moment of hesitation in the middle of a thought.

My Air BnB Host

Granny, scattered curls gray spilling at the door
That welcome, let-me-show-you-to-your-room look
Do you need another blanket? Something more? Sleep well then
Lady of the house

Warrior, armed priestess charging with a cause
Steeling aim, one strike swipes insects buzz midair
Inspects intruder pinched within her claws. Sleep well then
Lady of the house

Mountains, purple silhouette against a broken dream
Canvass colors stroked with heavy handed heart
Oils, brushes in half baked easel scene. Sleep well then
Lady of the house

St. Pauli Girls stand chilled, ready for a dance
Dead soldiers await cremate recycle across the countertop
Clink, clink when cubes are dropped against a glass. Sleep well then
Lady of the house

Matriarch, portraits in a parent’s proud display
Two sons, two daughters cheese years of Christmas pose
Yet alone you are in double wide with a cat. Sleep well then
Lady of the house

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The Day 6 NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem that looks at the same thing from various points of view. The most famous poem of this type is probably Wallace Stevens’ “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”. You don’t need to have thirteen ways of looking at something – just a few will do!

Pie

There’s that smell again.
It wets your tongue with cinnamon when you open the door.
“Wipe your feet,” she’d call, from the kitchen behind the yellow wall.
I knew I would see flour and dust and white flecks in her hair.
The rolling pin, the wax paper still out.
I’d have peeled the fruit if she’d asked. I could have helped.
Rolled out the dough, mixed the big bowl,
pinched the crust corners, and poked it with a fork just so.
There was still time, there had to be time
to stare at the window and wait for the bell.
I’d fashion some mitts, one on each hand.
I’d wait by the window, I’d pace and I’d stand.
A warm over glow on my face when she opened the door.
What could I do to earn just one small slice more?

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NaPoWriMo Day 6:  Today’s challenge is to write a poem about food. This could be a poem about a particular food, or about your relationship to food in general.

Monday Again

Monday again, I hit the clock and snooze for ten
Minutes in the shower, three for coffee and news
‘til I’m out on the street, shoulder to shoulder
With all the stockholders, one hand in my pocket
With the other I’m calling

Another recorded voice of you
Another beep I’m talking to
Another day without reply
Another Monday morning goodbye

Rainy days and Mondays, get me wondering why
I’m waking up alone, can’t get you on the phone
I’m here, you’re gone, who knows how long
Two minutes ’til the train, one to go insane
With the other I’m calling

Another recorded voice of you
Another beep I’m talking to
Another day without reply
Another Monday morning goodbye

Friday nights I’ll be alright, I say I’m doing fine
Saturday starts brand new and then I think of you
Watching Sunday’s game alone, I try your phone
Monday morning your empty spot is my first thought
My second I’m calling

Another recorded voice of you
Another beep I’m talking to
Another day without reply
Another Monday morning goodbye

If I had two dimes to rub together
I’d throw one in the river
And wish you back forever
With the other I’d be calling

Another recorded voice of you
Another beep I’d be talking to
Another day without reply
A final Monday morning goodbye

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Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write and aubade. These are morning poems, about dawn and daybreak. Many aubades take the form of lovers’ morning farewells, but . . . today is Monday. So why not try a particularly Mondayish aubade.