Morning Repeating Walk

Every morning is the same
Dog and I take our walk
Down carpet stairs
Out to condo landing
Down to wooden stairs below
Then round the sidewalk
To our small street
Walk around our condo complex
Around cul-de-sac to stop and sniff
Then continue down little intersection
to the left and another cul-de-sac
Back the way we came
Up to clubhouse; stop and sniff
Around a short U
Then around to sniff a rock
Back down to intersection
To the left pass the lake
Back to sidewalk and around
Up the stairs; across the landing
Open door back inside
Wipe four paws and a belly
Then backup carpeted stairs
And repeat every single day
Unless a brief time for vacation

April 30 prompt from this site


They take photos
Like poems written by poets.
They accumulate gear
For they become an expensive shopper
Print their photos on paper
Or might enlarge on poster
Some have lasted through the ages
While others have been lost to past
Many photographers are famous with their arts
Travel to many places on Earth
From mountains to a seaport
They shoot from objects to a rose
From animals to the star
Some take forever with their stare
To find the composition that is dear to their heart
From Internet they might post
Their photos for everyone they share
There is no shortage
Of photographers
With their many photographs
I hope one day to be one of those

April 30th prompt: Write a “word scramble” poem. Choose a one-word title and then write a poem where the end word of each line is derived from four or more letters in the title. For example, Terrence Hayes’s poem “Nuclear” has end line words uncle, rule, learn, clan(destine), lace, ulcer, race, caul(dron) and clean. Donna Massini’s poem “Anxieties“ is a word scramble poem, too.

Wealth I Have For Which You Cannot See

There is wealth I have for which you cannot see
Some locked and buried behind a key
Stored in my mind I keep it well
My treasure of information I have a lot to tell
Some are memories of my life
Some are words I read from books
I have worldly historical treasure
From many places that I go
Vast is the information I have gathered
I always look for more upon my travels
I devour books and keep them close
My treasure, I have is abundant and cultural in taste
I cherish my collection everyday
I unlock some to share with others
To impart what treasure hope others will learn
The richest treasure in the world is information in my head

Note: Taking the word treasure from one of my favorite poems Surprise by Joy by William Wordsworth

April 29 prompt from this site

Gold Blocks

Boy from Oxford took dog
To North of woody town
For gold blocks.

Down to ford pond
Boy follow dog to loch
Old myth of gold blocks.

Moon low, owl hoots
Ghostly fog on moor
Boy looks for gold blocks.

Long boy plods on
Dog spy stocky log
No gold blocks, boy sobs.

Prowl on boy took to stony brook
Stoop down to spy gold blocks
Took loot from brook for own.

Lowly howl of wolf
Follows boy, follows dog
Boy jogs for town,
Dog stops to growl
Boy knows to go to town
Slow down for loot of gold blocks.

Soon boy spots town
Slows down, worrys for dog
Dog stops wolf from knoll boldly
Dog strolls now to town.

Boy whoops for joy
Dog jogs to boy
Soon both go to room for
Both now own gold blocks.

April 29th prompt: Choose one vowel. Now write a poem using only words that have that vowel and no others. Most of these univocalic poems are 10 lines or fewer, but poet Evie Shockley produced one titled “legend” with 33 lines. Your univocalic poems may be as long or short as you like.

Light Filters

Morning has come through as
Light filters through the curtain
Between my slanted shades
I see dust particles swirl
As lift the curtain shades to on coming light
Which tells me today it is time to dust

April 28th prompt: Ask another poet to give you one line from an unfinished poem of theirs while you give the poet one of yours. Both of you write a poem and compare them when you are finished (or post a line in the comments section below, and look for a posted line in return).

Circus Is Closing Its Door

Circus will close its doors next month
I will miss going very much
Will not be able to take my nephews
To have them experience
What I saw when I was their age
They will not hear the words:
“Ladies and gentleman, children of all ages,
Welcome to the circus”, by the ringleader
They will not see the cats jumping through hoops
Will not in awe watch acrobats tightrope
Across on a tight rope to other side
And oh, the clowns that will be missed
Watching them do silly things
Their painted faces with funny expressions
Their silly gear they bring
The laughter that fills the air
Now will not be there
Then the elephant parade
As elephants march in single file
They lumber around, show off raising someone on trunk
Then putting front leg on elephant ahead of them
What a show that will be missed
I remember when I was young I use to go
It was fun and enjoyable experience
It was something you could say
“I was there, I saw a circus and love it!”
I will always treasure the time I went
Seeing the animals and clowns do their acts
It was a chance of lifetime to go
Since it traveled aboard everywhere on the road
I was glad to see it when I was very young long time ago
I will miss you The Ringling Brothers Circus
But, I can say when I am gray
I saw a circus when I was young and your age
I will tell stories of what I seen
Keep the memory of going alive
Watch my nephew’s eyes light in awe
Of what a circus is and what I saw

April 27th prompt: The Ringling Brothers Circus will close forever next month. Write an elegy to the circus.

Salty Water In My Mouth

In waves I use to swim and play
saltwater sprayed around;
it’s bitter, salty taste
Would sting inside of my mouth
as waves crash around me.

I try to keep mouth shut
as waves hurl forth
trying to find away
to seep into corners of my mouth.

I spit out stinging taste
as it leaves a bland salty texture
which causes my mouth to
maked weird, disgusting face.

Maybe that is why I stopped
going to a saltwater beach to swim
for who wants salty water coming in
to ruin one’s vacation with family friends.

April 27 prompt from this site

5 Dog Haikus Even More

Here are more haikus from what a dog would write.

Oh, I wish you could
understand what I say now
But you look confuse

Why can’t I have your
Food to eat the same as you
You keep saying no

I feel the aging
Has come to slow me down for
Now I can’t do stairs

I am in pain
But hide any traces when
You are now nearby

You cry on my fur
Don’t worry, we’ll met again
In another life

Buried Under These Bones

What find unearth from bottom of these bones
Wrapped in cloth preserved for all time?
Rectangle shaped and not too heavy
Unwrap now to look upon
A portrait of a dog, hand painted neatly
A nice frame that fits the face so sweetly
Why, so important for the one who now is buried?
A pet it looks to be
Owner must of really love thee
So much it seems; to bury close for all time
Seems silly to bury a painting
Perhaps to give comfort to owner in afterlife

April 26 prompt from this site