Tag Archives: Day 1

Misconception – #poetry #NaPoWriMo

01 Thursday Apr 2021

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A misconception
Often hidden, a lie
Gathers swiftly
Tongues wag

Eager voices trill
Rapid babbles cut
The truth
No longer heeded

Scoffed, by they who
Know nothing, yet
Pretend to know
Deceive the trust

Once given freely
No longer begs the notion
Decline settled in
Aged , unforgiven

 

Authors note:  I am challenging myself to write 30 poems in 30 days.  It’s been a while since I put my writing first.  This feels wonderful!

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The Simple Tasks – #poetry of #aging – #NaPoWriMo

01 Wednesday Apr 2020

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She forgets the simple tasks
Ones performed most every day
Hiding cautiously, behind a mask
Knows, sometimes, life can be this way

Asks the same questions over
Then remembers, she already did
Confusion covers ground, like clover
As the memories start to skid

What’s today, she wonders aloud
The hours fly by, without worry
Afraid to ask, for she is too proud
Yet this time is becoming more blurry

A simple sigh, is all she can speak
Though her words are clear and concise
Aging, becoming fragile and weak
Growing old, she’s paying the price

 

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The Easter Egg Hunt ~ #NaPoWriMo #AprilWriting

01 Sunday Apr 2018

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Mom sent me on an egg hunt
She said look for pretty colors

But all I really wanted was
My favorite breakfast crullers

She shooed me out the door
Told me to have some fun

Bring back lots of goodies
Enough for everyone

When I got back from the meadow
Mom said, Goodness! What a mess!

What happened, what did you do?
To your brand new Easter dress?

I tried explaining carefully, how
My basket became overloaded!

And when I tried to empty it
All the eggs inside exploded!

Mom looked at me rather strangely
Then a smile came to her face

Laughing she said, it looked much better
Then it did, in the dressmaker’s place

 

 

 

April Writing Prompt:  The explosive egg hunt – Day 1/30

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The Place Someone Called Home – #NaPoWriMo #poetry

01 Saturday Apr 2017

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Somewhere near the center

In a town much like your own

Lurking in the shadows, is

The place someone called home

 

Graffiti paints the outside

Where once the stone stood proud

Covered over by nature’s roar

Standing alone, now, in a crowd

 

Of wooden barriers hiding

Branches and trees converge

Should you find an entrance

I do hope you’ll soon emerge

 

For town folk tell the story

Of a spirit, there’s no doubt

Who lures you to explore within

But never lets you out

 

 

 

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