Na/GloPoWriMo Day Thirty: When the Depression Comes Back

change your meds
add something take something away
muscle through it.

heidi
written: 04/30/20

For the final day, we were to write a poem about something returning. This isn't the happiest subject, but it was what came to mind.

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twenty-Nine: For the Love of God, Go Outside!

two sets of  

deep brown eyes attached to

nightime carpet poopers.

heidi

written: 04/29/20

Today's prompt was to write a paean to your pet. I have already written something like that for one of my dogs the NaPo. Also, I am frustrated with them right now. I would pay someone to come housebreak my dogs. 

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twenty-Eight: A Sad House

holes in roof
trashy dirty hot broken chaotic
house falling apart.

heidi
written: 04/28/20

It was a sad house.

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twenty-Seven: Tranquility

she's so content
her head in my lap
sweet puppy dog

heidi
written: 04/27/20

Yep. Off prompt again; I am a bit distracted today and it's hard to write on my laptop when most of my lap is full of dog head. I write about my dogs a lot.

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twenty-Six: Scraps of a Letter

...the days slowly...
...since you were here beside...
...I miss you.

heidi
written: 04/26/20

I did a small part of the prompt today. I like it, and I'd like to try it again some day.

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twenty-Five: Where Did My Music Go?

two-thirds of my
iTunes library is gone...vanished!
i'm so frustrated.

heidi
written: 04/25/20

Does anyone understand iTunes? I bought a bunch of stuff recently and that is all that shows up in my library now and I have an iPod full of music that I am afraid to sync with my computer. Dammit Apple! And I just wrote a stupid poem about apples, and that is too much coincidence for me. 

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twenty-Four: Apple

some much blame
for something not its fault
was delicious though.

heidi
written: 04/25/20

Yep. I like this one.

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twenty-Three: H

two tall poles
holding hands together offering support
letter of unity.

heidi
written: 04/23/20

Oh, I no longer know what I am doing. Today's prompt was to write about a letter. My favorite is H. 

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twenty-Two: Ich Verstehe Nur Bahnhof

I only understand the train station.
I don't understand Uge or Bigly.
I don't understand how the immigration issue isn't about race.
I don't understand how Pro-Life means sacrifice hundreds of thousands of people
for the sake of the economy.
I don't understand how the leader of a free country has ultimate authority.
When it comes to the current president, 
I don’t understand a thing about what that person is saying.

heidi
written: 04/22/20

The prompt for today was to write a poem using an idiom from a foreign language. This poem could have been much. much longer, but it is getting close to time to take my antidepressant. I may come back to it later and add some more. Or maybe not. This is also the first time I have referenced the pandemic in any of my writing. 

Na/GlPoWriMo Day Twenty-One: Off-Prompt

I'm off-prompt today.
I don't want to play.
Rhyming word say.

heidi
written:04/21/20

I'm just kind of phoning it in today. I didn't follow the prompt. 

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twenty: My Little Brother

the greatest gift
my parents ever got for
me was homemade.

heidi
written: 04/20/20

Today's prompt was to write about a homemade gift. I have been using my titles differently from how I usually use them. I usually pick out the main theme and use that for a title, but now I am using them to provide additional information. Thanks Na/GloPoWriMo for helping me grow as a writer. 

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Nineteen: Computer

my window outside
waiting for me to write
filling blank spaces.

heidi
written: 04/19/20

Today we were supposed to take a walk gathering things along the way and then write about them. I was sitting with my computer in my lap accusing me of not writing, so I wrote about that. 

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Eighteen: Sofia Has An Itch

she stands up and stretches
walks around in circles
sniffs the floor
lays back down on the carpet

arrr arrr rrrr ruff aaaarrrrr!
she is on her back
her body rubbing
her feet kicking in the air
her tail wagging

my happy dog
feeling immediate joy
scratching her own back
talking while she does

I imagine it's like how I feel when I eat a really good taco.

heidi
written: 04/18/20

Today we are to write about a simple pleasure. It cracks me up to watch my dogs rub their backs on the carpet. It always seems to make them so happy. This was supposed to be an ode, but I need to study up on odes.

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Seventeen: Heating Up Leftovers Without A Microwave

turn on the eye
find the right pan and
dump them in.

heidi
written: 04/18/20

I have stuff on Fridays, so I have given myself permission to write Friday's poem on Saturday. We were to write about forgotten technology. I cheated a bit, because people still use stoves. I also have been writing really long titles for some of my poems this year. College me would make fun of titles that are longer than the poems themselves, but then again, college me was a bit of a jerk.

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Sixteen: Darrell

your eyes
were the clearest blue
like the skies in Heaven.

your smile
had a direct line
to my heart.

your kiss

kindled a raging fire 

in me.

your love
elevated me
to the highest heights.

your death
crushed me.

heidi
written: 04/16/20

Today we were supposed to go over the top with compliments. I don't think I quite made it, but I went where the poem lead me. 

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Fifteen: I Promise. I Was Polite.

wordpress frustrates me
rejecting my comments when I
didn't even cuss.

heidi
written: 04/15/20

I have been visiting some NaPo sites, but the Wordpress ones won't accept my comments. :(

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Fourteen: Inspired

who inspires me
those who give their poems
to the internet.

heidi
written: 04/14/20

Whew. All caught up. Let's see if we can keep this up.

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Thirteen: A Spot of Tea

so not sorry
I can't, you know, headache
have some tea.

heidi
written: 04/14/20

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twelve: A Triolet

in the softness of one breath
my mind turns to you
the sudden sorrow of your death
took away my breath
like swiftly evaporating dew
every day is one more breath
that's full of missing you.

heidi
written: 04/14/20

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Eleven: Flowery Language

hidden messages
in a bouquet
saying it with flowers
because
I am too afraid
to say it in person.

heidi
written: 04/14/20