The Backyard Circus
a squirrel feeder
a small-bird-feeder
within a friendly distance
squirrels acrobat on, at, along the bird-turf
bunnies circle round and round beneath the squirrel food supplier
small birds peck on what’s left on the squirrel ground from before
a cardinal, too large for the bird feeder, dances with grace and hope for left-overs
crows, inching closer and closer, hope for yet another feeder
the chipmunk opts for a hiding spot
knows my decorative stones
mean peace
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Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt is a call “to write a tanka. This, like the ‘American’ cinquain, is a poem based on syllables, with the pattern being 5-7-5-7-7. They work best when those final two 7-syllable lines contain a sort of turn or surprise that the first three lines might not wholly anticipate.” As an example, then, the following translation by Kenneth Rexroth of a Japanese poem is given:
On Komochi Mountain,
from the time the young leaves sprout,
until they turn red,
I think I would like to sleep with you.
What do you think of that?
Here is my attempt to meet the challenge:
waiting on the dock
behind another workday
warm, tranquil, sweet home
a fountain of impish waves
surprise! shouts a speeding boat
[Inspired by the following video]
The optional NaPoWriMo prompt for today is as follows: “Many of us have read and even written love poems. But have you written an un-love poem? […] An un-love poem isn’t a poem of hate, exactly […] It’s more like a poem of sarcastic dislike.”
you again?
calling me
after a mere few weeks?
give me some time to miss you
let me pass at least a day or two
as for the nights
leave me alone to begin to crave for you
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NaPoWriMo – About announces: “And now our (totally optional) prompt. […] Today I challenge you write a poem inspired by noir — it could be in the voice of a detective, or unravel a mystery, or just describe the long shadows of the skyscrapers in the ever-swirling smog. […]”
she was a beauty
eyes
green, almond-shaped
lashes
thick, long
brows
distinctive
dark, mid-length hair
against her complexion, very fair
slender, with thin waist,
legs, long and shapely
a fine boned petite
proportionate through and through
articulate
intelligent
confident
direct
a mother of two
caution! some advised:
this, a tiny town
word gets around
women must heed their home
not strut a presence out loud
not dare talk as good as men
not ever know or think to think more
she may have been a beauty, too
maybe even a mother of two
her youth was noted with ease
her still warm frame screamed so
whatever was left of her face
the body, marred
at the outer wall of their kitchen
amid a heap of garbage
a random incident! they said
the new teacher, the one out of town
who had been one to live on her own
she then knew
the color of warning:
this, a tiny town
women must heed their home
not strut a presence out loud
not dare talk as good as men
not ever know or think to think more
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body, brain on mute
with the broken shell again
heart, wishing to pause
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[Photo Source: Elephant fights off hyenas to save baby]
We kill for offense
They, to survive, for defense
And we call them wild?
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instant connection
loneliness? not anymore
welcome cyber world!
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sleep evades again
eely demons at their work
self: respect, walk out
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