Rains throw spray
Will walk whole way
Dog wears raincoat
Geese in lake float
We pass them
I am glum
Cause weather is scum
It’s too cold
This weather is getting old
I am not sold
We go back
Where its warm
Why is the moon not full year around?
Why are stars so tiny to my eyes?
How does day turn into night?
Why do we have four seasons?
How can a cloud hold raindrops for so long?
Where does ocean begin and end?
Why is some water salty and others not?
Where does the sun gets its energy from?
Why do some animals from fur and others have feathers?
Why is the world round?
Why are stars so far away?
Can I talk to trees?
Is there a way to be closer to nature?
Dryer cyles away spinning wet dark clothes
With a thumpity thump, thump
Until timer honks loudly across the room
Like bellowing geese saying we have come back from winter break
I go to take dried fresh load
Before I start another cycle
Repeating again; this time with the whites
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
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
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.
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 http://www.napowrimo.net/
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.