NaPoWriMo Day Seven: When I Win the Lottery

Daydreaming of riches
Opportunities to help the poor
And buy me stuff.

heidi
written 4/7/15 for

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( on kindle, pretty up tomorrow) How have I gotten behind? It must be all that knitting that all I of a sudden want to do now that I have reserved the month for reading and writing. Tomorrow I will write loads  And visit at least three days worth of poetry blogs. And make this post a little neater.

Promise.

Also, the station I listen to online is 105.7 WQAH Big Country in Alabama.  I highly recommend JT in the morning. He plays the Alabama cattle report with Tommy Davis and has charming conversations with meteorologist, Jerral Miller.

NaPoWriMo Day Six: Monday Morning Aubade

Before the dawn
of each new Monday morning
I wake up
I get online
find the country oldies station
ready to listen

... Let's take a
look at Alabama auction daily
summary of cattle
sales and auctions
held around Alabama
for Monday March
30, receipts around the state
at three thousand ...

Tommy Davis
and his deep, gravelly voice
his soft accent
get me ready
for this beautiful morning as
the sun wakes

And with it
my mood lifts up to
greet it-then
go check on
my two sweet, sleeping angels
one hour left

Then it is
up and get ready my hearts
go to school
learn up lots
it's a schoolday, and mama's
got seven hours.

heidi
written 4/6/2015 for

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We're writing aubades today. The twist to the challenge was to make it a morning love song to Monday morning. This wasn't too hard of a challenge for me, because, by Monday, I'm exhausted from the weekend. Also, Monday means that I get to hear the Livestock report (if I manage to get up early enough.) I smooshed together some Collom Lunes to give me an rough form.

 

NaPoWriMo Day Five: Playing With Emily

hope is

with feathers that

perches in the soul - sings

tunes without the words - never stops

at all.

 

"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."

Emily Dickinson

 

fucked with by heidi

on 4/5/15 for

 

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Today's challenge was to take an Emily Dickinson poem and rework it. Instead of a whole poem, I just went to Brainy Quotes and picked this particular bit. Then I made is a cinquain. I kept the original dashes. :)

NaPoWriMo Day Four: Without Saying

Check out lane
Grabbed some Reese's mini cups
They're for you.

heidi
written 4/4/15 for

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(I'm on a kindle. I'll pretty this up later.) Today's prompt was to write a love poem without using the word love or any cliches. So a Collom Lune. And hey, why hasn't anyone told me before today that I was spelling that wrong? Are we all misspelling it? It's Collom, not Collum. My deepest apologies to Jack Collom, the dad of one of my most favorite forms.

NaPoWriMo Day Three: Night Terrors

In the dark of the night, the noises surround her closing
Down upon her echoing her impending gruesome end.
Alone without her lover, she is defenseless and scared.

The monster that stalks her is ancient, strong, and bloodthirsty.
It yearns to destroy for the fun of it and she has the
Bravery to stand in the way of it-she thwarts it's plans.

For years he supported her and nurtured her old power
With him, she practiced and was able to control it more
But not unnoticed, the monster was watching and worried

What it wants is to strip her flesh and drink her flowing blood
To revel in the pain of her death as punishment for
Daring to be strong, daring to be brave, daring to fight.

But she is more than just her magic, she is a woman
She has the memory of her passion and the strength
Of all women everywhere and the courage of her heart.

The night noises are closing in and the monster is near
Her fear is in her throat as she pulls courage from inside
The monster may be coming, but she will be here-ready.

heidi
written 4/3/15 for

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Today's prompt was to write a fourteener. According to NaPoWriMo, this is a poem where each line contains fourteen syllables. Traditionally, each line is made up of seven iambic feet. If you have been here before, you know about meter and me. If you are new, you should know that I don't get that shit.

I am also had a hard time coming up with a topic, so I chose a situation from my novel that I started in November for NaNoWriMo. This poem was tough writing. I was bored writing it. It feels a little silly to me and I kept wanting to write in clichés. But, this is the first draft, so, if I want, I can always come back and revise. I think that there could be more, but it might get even more vivid and violent, and I am realizing that I'm not as comfortable writing violence in poetry as I am in prose. Thanks for the cool insight NaPoWriMo prompt!

NaPoWriMo Day Two: Leo

 

Bold curved constellation 

Lion running across the night sky 

Watching over me 

 

heidi

written 4/2/15 for

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Day Two of the challenge is here, and today's challenge was to write about the stars. I am rather mushy about my star sign. I love that old lion, and I thought it was time I wrote about him. I chose the Collum Lune because I really like the form and they are what I want to write.

 

As I have said earlier, I am also doing Camp NaNoWriMo. I have committed to 10,000 words for April, and I am including my NaPo poems in that count. I decided to try to participate in both because I see super-writey in April. Along with my poetry, I also wrote out a couple of stories with the intention of picking one and submitting it to ArcLight Stories in Birmingham. They hold storytelling events similar to The Moth. I picked one the story I wrote about my son's birth and submitted it for their May event. I'll let you know if I am selected to perform it.  In all, I wrote over 1,000 words yesterday. If only I could be this writey in November when the goal is to write a whole honking novel!

NaPoWriMo Day One: Has Anyone Seen My Glasses?

They're not here
They're not on my face.
Where are they?

heidi
written 4/1/15 for

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We're NaPo'ing y'all! 

 

NaPoWriMo Jumping the Gun: It's Never Too Late

I guess
it's too late to
live on a farm, although
I really love the livestock
report.

heidi
written 3/31/15 for

I am so ready for NaPoWriMo! Woohoo And I got to write about the Livestock Report. Lookout April

One Night

He walks across the floor
The steel glint of his eyes pierce through me
His name is the music my mind plays
I feel the hard warmth of his touch
As I am consumed in the heat
And he is with me

I stand and move into his arms.
I breathe in the scent of him
and I am immediately drunk
with a consuming desire for him.
He holds my hand and I follow as
he walks across the floor.

There are people around
living their lives
talking, eating, breathing, drinking,
other things...
yet they are background noise as
the steel glint of his eyes pierce through me.

In a corner somewhere,
people a distant roar.
His lips press against my neck
his kiss starts
accelerando
His name is the music my mind plays

He presses my body against the wall with his
I am overwhelmed with the taste of his lips
the smell of his skin
the pull of the cloth across his back
the steady increase of his desire
and that it is for me
I feel the hard warmth of his touch.

I want to absorb him
through my every pore
I want to be full of him
filled with him
I can't get close enough
As I am consumed in the heat.

Fire rushes through me
I burn at my center as my skin chills
he holds me tighter as his body also shivers
Forever in a minute
I can feel the world revolve  on its skewed axis
and he is with me.

heidi
written 9/16/14

So another one from the drafts folder. It's weird what I decide to put to the side.

my heart is your toy

you treat my heart

like

our kids treat their toys

as if

it were a treasure

until the next shiny

thing

catches your attention.

heidi
written 12/5/13


I have been going through the 60 pieces saved in my drafts folder. I really write some sad shit.  I think I am more willing to immediately post the funny stuff, but not always the depressing. A year and a half is long enough though, don't you think?