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Re: Spiralwoman plays NaPoMo
April 20. 5 card draw with the words: rivet, envelope, peach, candy, voracious
Mission
A lone ant tiptoes behind the big
yellow bowl, stuffed with unripe peaches,
a black plum or two.
The fruit does not interest him.
It is unreachable. It does not smell
like nectar.
He seeks food, I think, or else
safe transit to a free land
where tyrants don’t lay traps
and voracious machines never
suck up eggs in a holocaust
of antricide.
I stand, enveloped by dusty sunshine,
riveted by his meticulous progress.
He follows an invisible path
that beckons him unwaveringly
to my aunt’s candy dish, sticky
with fingerprints.
Ant body glints in the morning’s
light, begging no forgiveness
for its greedy purpose.
Closer and closer--
The tiny scout, I imagine, sniffs the
sweetening air.
Climbing the curled lip of the bubble glass,
our hero falls in, a casualty of hubris
and hunger.
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Apr/20/2015, 8:01 pm
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April 21
I could not think of what to write. None of the prompts I was looking at did it for me today. So I wrote about what was going on at that moment, as one of my cats kneaded my lap in a trance of purring.
Pinpricks dot my thighs.
I rarely notice any more:
her needling claws
like innocent commas
piercing in the rhythm
of her bliss,
left, right, left, right.
One gem of drool suspends.
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Apr/21/2015, 6:35 pm
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After my first Zumba class in 4 ½ months after my foot surgery.
Joyful noise
with sweat
and women.
I swing my hips,
shake my ass,
groove deep down
in my body
where that rhythm lives.
My hairline
drips salt
into my eyes. Shirt
clings
shoulders ache
knees throb
music throbs and aches
and kickstarts me
somewhere south
of my belly.
Hot music, dance,
women,
and abandon.
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Apr/22/2015, 8:29 pm
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April 23 I did not post a poem, so here is my poem for the 23rd day of NaPoMo. I have written for a prompt I found on NaPoWriMo – to pull a card from any deck and write a poem. I pulled a card from the Goddess Oracle deck.
Shakti
Lotus, goddess,
chakras alight
with color.
“Open your eyes,”
she whispers.
“All three of them.”
Inside her egg,
she hums the
vibration of me.
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Apr/24/2015, 8:31 am
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April 24. Another prompt from NaPoWriMo -- a poem in parody of another. I had SO MUCH FUN with this parody of Wallace Stevens' Anecdote of a Jar.
Anecdote of a Cig
I dropped a cigarette in Allentown.
And it made some smoke upon the street.
It made the crappy neighborhood
Look no worse.
A biker gang rode up to it.
They gunned their engines, like wild men.
The butt smoked upon the ground
And vaguely glimmered in the air.
It was an unimportant little butt.
An inch long and pinched at one end.
It did not mean a !@#$ thing
To anyone in Allentown.
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Apr/24/2015, 8:33 am
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April 25. Two tries at a Clerihew. For information on this great, silly, fun form, click this link
Ms. Alice Stokes Paul
Had the unmitigated gall
To think a woman’s vote
Was not a mere grace note.
Ms. Mitchell, called Joni
Was not tony or phony.
Blue and a little green,
To me she was a queen.
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Apr/25/2015, 10:34 am
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Hi sw! What a treat to come by and read all these fabulous poems by you!
Enjoyed learning what a Clerihew is.
Anecdote of a Cig made me laugh out loud!
The poem about Zumba class is sexy and energizing.
Shakti and cat purring are strong "be here now" poems. As is the spring "haiku of sorts".
Mission is wonderfully inventive. I think you should submit it somewhere.
Healing Potion is written by a true shaman chef.
Ten hours on I-80 makes me catch my breath.
Off the Map of Love is excellent and another candidate for submission IMO.
Grass gets it and manages to be whimsical and charming in the process.
You're doing such a fine job here, sw! So proud of the poet in you! 
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Apr/25/2015, 3:58 pm
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Oh my gosh, Katlin, thank you so much for reading and commenting! I will consider your encouragement to submit. I really do want to start getting my stories out there but I could surely throw a poem into the mix for kicks. Hey that rhymes.... xo
sw
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Apr/25/2015, 7:13 pm
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April 26. This one is a persona poem. Tried to do it from the pov of my amazing mother whose last 25 years were a scramble of schizophrenia, homelessness, and hopelessness. It was way too hard. But I got a draft of something. I did not realize till just now that it is three sections with 7 lines each. Just happened that way.
sw
Lee
This morning, my neck only turns
to the right. Six nights
in the back seat –a record.
My head, heavy with voices,
strains too hard against the vinyl seat,
as dreams skitter away
into a blacker hole.
Today, the library will keep me warm
as I lean across the table,
filling a notebook with
just the right words
to prove
that I am right and you,
world, are wrong.
The other day, someone promised
to rescue me. I heard his gentle voice,
steeped in music, murmuring his plans.
He will carry me to a kingdom
as exotic as love,
as rich as vindication,
and make me queen.
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Apr/26/2015, 6:13 pm
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April 27. Form new to me: Ha(na)ku – three lines. First line, one word. Second line, two words. Third line, three words. No limitations on syllables or anything. I tried two free standing and one that is two put together.
3 more days of NaPoMo!
Ha(na)ku for April 2015
Spring
is never
a sure thing.
In Honor of Poetry
Poetry
can breathe
on its own.
The Coffee Cup
Love
sets down
the coffee cup.
When
cups fill
the feeling spills.
sw
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Apr/27/2015, 1:02 pm
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April 28. Not inspired today, but determined.
Bridges
I’ve lived my life
with rivers.
The Hudson, glittering estuary.
The East, my childhood’s backdrop.
Even Old Muddy,
that took my heart
down into its swirling.
Every river is a boundary.
And every bridge?
An invitation.
sw
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Apr/28/2015, 7:06 pm
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April 29. Prompt today was to write a review. Of anything at all.
One Star
The one star is for the good kiss
in front of my dorm with Boz Scaggs
on the giant speakers making me
feel slippery and full of hope.
Other than that, nothing was as advertised.
When he shoved my face into his crotch,
I knew I’d been lied to.
I will never go back there again.
I used to like that Boz Scaggs feeling,
but now it’s like crappy Chinese food.
I’ll never get rid of the taste.
SW
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Apr/29/2015, 7:55 pm
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April 30. Prompt: to write a poem from the end to the beginning, starting with the last line. Odd experience, indeed.
Silk Flowers from Ohio
They pull people through
my office door.
Silk flowers from Ohio,
tricksters.
No touch of velvet flower-skin,
flawless color but
no smell,
stems casual in a rubber band,
a brick of fake water.
SW
(I DID IT! 30 poems in 30 days!)
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Apr/30/2015, 9:24 am
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sw,
You did do it and very well at that! Kudos!
Lee is strong, moving. I can see why this one was difficult to write.
I had never heard of Ha(na)ku before. Cool form! You show just how much one can do with so few words.
You might not have been inspired and only determined but Bridges works for me.
One Star is powerful. (And another one I bet you can get published.)
Silk Flowers from Ohio also works for me.
You may be a fiction writer first and foremost, but time to stop saying you are not a poet! In April 2015 you've proven otherwise and written a collection of poems I've enjoyed reading. I hope you enjoyed writing them just as much.
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May/3/2015, 9:31 am
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Maybe not inspired, but inspiring
I've lived these rivers.
As well have I imbibed their rushing
advice, stagnant stories, magic of silent
poetry, flowing.
All of a peace, rambling bridge, abiding river, we between.
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