NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty-Three

Incidental 

I don’t think you know the definition of incidental,
not in the way you use it.
It would be so cheap to just quote a meaning
but I might be able to explain in a way you understand.

Incidental is minor,
incidental isn’t the star of the show,
incidental is the gold you find when
discovering the money-making crops.

In this case I had no blueprints
but outlined where the fault reverberates.
The one before you may have not been familiar
with the difference between left and right
or is a time wasting saboteur.

I know where I pointed at.
I know where they looked.
I know what they found.
I know because my question was answered
in situ, post exploration, probe in hand.
The mare spoke clearly and took no bribes.

Please, in order to not  insult me further,
do not insist that these findings are
what you flippantly say they are.
#poem #poetry #napowrimo2017 #glopowrimo2017 #flippancy

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty-Two

Meeting Mary

I don’t know what I’d do if Mary went away.

We didn’t start off as friends:
just a nod at one of her many personas.
The Offspring on the cassette player;
the Gatekeeper drove the car whilst
he held your hand. You held everyone’s hand.
That night mine weren’t shaking (nor sweaty).

I met you again behind the Sunshine Bus,
under perennial protection,
far too close to the front door.
We didn’t notice or didn’t care and let ourselves
be engulfed by sporadic salvation.

You came along when I stayed overnight
in the house on the shady side of the river bank.
Relegated to the dank patio I realised
that our host disliked what others would think
about knowing you, without dialogue.
He found you attractive but avoiding
a choir of gossip
must have been prime motivator to be mean.
I called a taxi. I never went back.

We picked up again years later
when you showed up in a pub
with an opportunist trying to be discreet.
Social butterfly you must be; not just a temptress.
The man and I agreed that you could be
a good listener. The man was a little clueless,
but he knew enough.
He chose salt and vinegar,
gave me the bag as a gift.
Not accepting presents from strangers,
I made my excuses and paid for the crisps.

We had not fully bonded yet,
whereas now, we are almost one.
As stories go, this is where the one about
meeting Mary ends and loving her begins.

 
#poem #poetry #napowrimo2017 #glopowrimo2017
#story #mary #tale #beginning #friendship

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty-One

One Bite
I’ve a prize ready for the person who dares to look past the surface.

The winner will be the one to identify me as a layered trifle.

#poem #poetry #napowrimo2017 #glopowrimo2017
#complicated #complications #assumptions

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty

(Not My) Definition

ill timed, as usual
expected doesn’t mean welcome
sometimes I roll my eyes
and continue as before
whether wide awake
or princess and pea sleep
other nights I don’t pretend
that the puzzle is built right
and pick up what should be done
half a day earlier or later
quite simply not at that exact time
it triggers overthinking about manners
it reminds me to explore opportunism
twilight productivity, go right along with it
replicated valediction to what most call
normalcy

 

#poem #poetry #napowrimo2017 #glopowrimo2017
#timemanagement #latenight #adapting

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Nineteen

Snacks for War

cheese bagel shield
dark brown banned potion
shiver chainmaille
however no helmet
already split open cranium
isn’t a deterrent
this isn’t lightning
it will make a cross
a treasure map
plush party
exorbitant expenses
back and forwards in the crossing
losing most campaigns
how many battles in this war
win what you can
with a big bite

 
#poem #poetry #napowrimo2017 #glopowrimo2017
#shiver #invisibleillness #chronicpain #fibromyalgia

 

 

(If you’re curious as to why I chose the photo- I call it “Row of Soldiers”)

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Eighteen

Run-on Silent Complaints

you’ve been here forever

(nothing has except some particles known to no one hiding under scores of layers of rock with names and classifications those bits of rubble may have been here forever)

they can’t kick you out

(they could if they really wanted to in this corner we have the ones that rushed to get permanent resident forms in fear not so lucky to have overprotective progenitors forking out for private health insurance)

(intersectionally stuck foreign ill female she seems nice don’t make me doubt the differences and similarities between scammed and skanked)

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Seventeen

 

fresh

serendipitous at best, coincidental at least
answers to hypothetical scenarios
get a chance to play when inadvertedly posed
as if mere nursing
never concrete
only the feeling, without shell or container
the sweetest sounds
inside, protected, no duties
dry and placid
sudden downpour
waiting for an encore
as it lingers
dripping off the (correct) side of the slate
rolling, bringing down dust and grime
rebound sounds mimic a sizzling frying pan
never unwelcome, sometimes predictable
eager to leave as quick as you come
#poem #poetry #napowrimo2017 #glopowrimo2017
#downpour #rain #spring

 

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