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NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 30: Backwards Farewell


We cried until our eyes were red
and his fur was spotted wet with our tears
His eyes were open
but he was gone



We had to say goodbye to old Boy kitty tonight, seventeen and a half years old.  I had known him since 2009; my husband had known him since he was a tiny kitten.  Yes.  It was rough to say good bye. His kidneys were beginning to fail, he wasn’t eating anything, he had become a bag of bones, very quiet, subdued, just waiting…I know we did the right thing, but it is so hard to see my husband so sad, dazed, grief stricken, and it’s terrible to think about the empty place on our bed, the lack of cat hair (Isn’t it crazy? To actually miss the hair that had been annoying me?), no more warm cat waiting for a snuggle. Sad.

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt asked us to write a poem backwards.  What appears above is about as far as I could get in my exhausted and sad state.  Maybe I’ll have the courage to write more, to fill in the earlier parts of the evening leading up to the moment of goodbye, but for now this is enough.

Farewell NaPoWriMo, until next year!

NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 29: A Review


It was so cold for so long
I thought you would never get here
And then you teased me
for a few delicious days.

Then suddenly, mercilessly,
Old Man Winter came back and cackled,
placed icy hands around my poor heart and squeezed.

I just about lost all hope as I struggled to break free
of that cold, bony death grip…
But now you’re back,
I think.

I’m hesitant now.
Before I celebrate your return I must know–
How long will you stay?

The prompt for today:  write a review. It was really open-ended.  I thought I’d write a review of this spring.  It ended up being more of a confession than a review, but that’s okay. Poetic license.

NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 28: Spinning Rainbow Bridges


In Baltimore things are pretty hot
even as winter holds on
driving fingers of cold
into the hearts of young flowers wanting to take root

When I think of the desperation
that drives the people in my city
to senseless violence
I wonder on the next breath
How can I help?

Today, like every other day,
I take a seat, close my eyes,
wait and listen.

Today, like every other day,
I acknowledge the basic goodness
of all beings,
and I silently repeat the phrases of metta:

May you be free from danger,
May you have mental happiness
May you have physical happiness,
May you have ease of well-being

As I repeat these phrases,
I spin a million zillion rainbow bridges from my heart
to the hearts of everyone,
sending waves of harmony, peace,
happiness to all beings.

If you aren’t already a spinner of
rainbow bridges,
it is simple to begin.
And please begin.
This world has need of your light.

Take a seat, close your eyes,
wait and listen.
You might feel the bridges that have been extended to you
since before the beginning of time.
You might start spinning your own
rainbow bridges now.


Over at NaPoWriMo.net today the prompt suggested we write about bridges.

NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 27: Hay(na)ku


Late April.
What the hell?

I just couldn’t help it. The weather hasn’t felt at all springlike to me, and I’m really missing that gentle spring warmth that makes this season my favorite. When I saw that the NaPoWriMo prompt for today encouraged us to write a tercet with only six syllables, I said to myself, “I know what I’m writing about.”

True Union


When I can see myself in you
and when you can see yourself in me
it is in that space of togetherness
that the illusion of separation melts away

from this place of seeing and knowing
the disjointed stories of expectations
resentment, obligation
cease to exist.

in this place
there is true union.

NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 25: Nonsensical Clerihews


Said the tired mom,
It looks like a giant bomb
Went off in this house.
The kids were quiet as a mouse.

Whoever knew
a little clerihew
could brighten your night
when it rhymes just right?


One reason I enjoy NaPoWriMo:  I’m exposed to new forms of poetry.  Case in point, the clerihew, a quatrain with an AABB rhyme scheme, forced rhyme, irregular meter.  Fun.  Poetic license gets full reign.  Here’s the prompt for today over at NaPoWriMo.Net

Being Honest


Preparing a class on satya,
I discover I’m growing tired.

And still I press on,
looking in book after book
for the perfect words
to resonate with my vision
of the class

But my body is tired,
and my mind is hazy,
and I’m not being productive.

The minutes stretch on,
even more tired now.

It was time to be honest with myself.
“Girl, you need to go to bed.”

“Okay,” I said.