NaPoWriMo Day 9: Old Houses

Make up posts for NaPoWriMo!  :-)  The prompt for Day 9 was to assume the persona of something.

Old Houses

Within me is life,
driven by those
who possess it.

Every space in me,
a vessel,
a sanctum,
a repository of smells
and precious objects,
of memories
that fade
into walls,

and return
as echoes
that only
footsteps
can hear.

- MPN 04/14/12

NaPoWriMo Day 8: Brainstorm

Beauty after the storm.

Brainstorm

A downpour of thoughts

curtain the space

where ideas strike,

hitting the ground,

flashing 

with force

and might

and sound.

Electrifying.

Causing the earth 

itself

to move.

- MPN 04/14/2012

Okay, so I'm like, a week behind on NaPoWriMo (or IntPoWriMo, as yea, I'm not really US-based).  Will be double poetry-posting to make up for it!

NaPoWriMo Day 7: The Day Pink Turned Blue

Longest poem ever.  Actually, it could be a children's storybook.

A quick graphic to go with the epic poem.  I literally fell asleep trying to finish it.

The Day Pink Was Blue

Something wasn't right,
I hadn't a clue.
My face in the mirror
was of a different hue.

I took my temperature,
and though I wasn't ill--
I looked through my cabinet
and swallowed a pill.

And peeped outside...

This couldn't be true,
this couldn't be true--
the roses in the garden
are all a bright blue!

I rushed to the garden,
to the strawberry patch,
to see if this strange condition
my strawberries did catch.

This couldn't be true,
this couldn't be true--
my pink, sweet strawberries
are all a bright blue!

I walked down the street
and heard the sounds of a pig.
Oink, oink, oink!
And he sounded quite big.

Turning the corner,
I stopped to see
if the pig in question
looked real to me.

His tail was curled,
his body was round.
His ears were pointed,
and I made quite the sound--

When it was plain to see
that this was the pinkest pig,
as pink pigs could be.

But what was this?
Could this be true?

Wherever he went,
all the pinks turned...blue!

"Pink piggie!"
I called out.
"Certainly you can spare
some pink for me?"

"If only I could for you,"
he sadly replied.
"My heart is blue.
No one loves me,
and it's the only thing
I'm afraid I could do."

"That couldn't be true!"
I said in dismay.
"You have friends and family
who must certainly love you in almost every way."

"Alas they are far,
and I am lonely."
He looked at me.
"I've but one request only.
Could you love
a pink pig with a blue heart,
Who may possibly take all your pink..."
He pointed at me.
"Your face is a start."

I looked at my hands
that were slowly turning blue.
If I loved this pink pig,
he would take away all this too.

I saw his sad eyes,
and his blue heart.
And remembered that I too was alone,
it would be good to be part
of a duo with pink pig,
and his blue, sad heart.

"Certainly, pink pig!
I will love you true.
Your pink self is welcome to my heart and home,
and your blue heart, too."

As I said these words,
pink pig's face lit up,
and his blue heart swelled,
and wouldn't stop

Until pink pig
was entirely blue!

But his heart now seemed
wonderfully new.

The pink returned
to my face and hands.
The strawberrries were pink,
and the roses pink garlands.

But pink pig turned blue!
Though from his smile I knew
that he didn't mind
being a blue pig at all.

So from then on, we two
lived happily--
me pink, him blue,
as good friends do.

- MPN 040712


It was especially fun writing this one.  :-)

NaPoWriMo Day 6: Where to, Buddy?

To the route of endless adventure, you and I (and a bunch of other friends).  :-)

Where to, Buddy?

Tick, tock, tick.

Where do puppies dream?

On beds of kibble,

or on streets of lamps?

Pitter-patter.

Where do puppies tread?

Through shining eyes,

or into snuggly crooks of hearts?

Huff, huff, huff.

Where do puppies run to?

Into fields of color,

or to the rainbow edge of sunny skies?

Sigh, sigh, sigh.

Where do puppies go?

Into the everyday of each day--

only to return

with a soft

--Pitter-patter--

to the sound

of your footsteps

en route

to the water's edge

where a thousand bottles

float

on the shoreline

of dreams.

- MPN 040612

Hmmm.  Reading what I've just written, it feels like a children's storybook.  Ooooh, now there's an idea.

NaPoWriMo Day 5: Earth, Dirt, Dust

Fragile beauty from the richness of earth.

Earth, Dirt, Dust

"When does earth
become dirt?"
The thought rinses
through my mind
as I shake
the lettuce dry.

That
which holds
and nourishes
and gives,
makes its way
down
into the drainage
of thought.

Kicked into the air
as we fly,
swirling in sorrow,
then settling.

Waiting.

Until its embrace is welcomed once again.

- MPN 040512

More solemn thoughts settle in, as we ease into Holy Week.

The above photo was taken during a farm trip last weekend with the Good Food Community, a local community-supported agriculture initiative we're fans of.

NaPoWriMo Day 4: Afternoon Infatuation

The milkiest, most cinnamon-y cappuccino I've ever had.

Afternoon Infatuation

A warm mug of brew
holds between its thumb and forefinger
an idea
that encloses
an image of you
within a delicate veil of steam.

In that moment, everything is perfectly clear.

- MPN 040412

Today's NaPoWriMo post is inspired from a post-lunch cappuccino with Lex at Milky & Sunny.  We found ourselves hanging there while waiting for word on our workshop stools.  Framed graphite sketches, an assortment of vintage-y frames, and embroidery hoops decorated the walls, which completed a whimsical, crafty look for the pleasant breakfast place.

We really should come back to try the food.  :-)

Cute.

NaPoWriMo 2012: I join in on Day 3.

Because I can!  :-)

And because scribbling is yoga for the brain.  As crafting is syncing my motor skills with my mind.

Dinner

Squasing squash
is an exercise in the necessity
of curry
and salt.
Dancing with sweetness,
the sizzle
savors
the song,
styling the pepper
as its dotted notes
fall into the fires of a domed sky
that echoes
with the scrape of hunger.

The silence, filling.

- MPN, 040312

Okay, so I had squash pasta for dinner.  :-)  I don't have a photo, but what I prepared earlier is a variation of this recipe on Chocolate and Zucchini.  I must remind myself next time to take photos of what I concoct out of the wok.

Oh, and if you'd like to know more about NaPoWriMo 2012, check it out here.