Playing Flute Is Hard

She struggled with notes
Trying to play fast
Fingers moved stiffly
Music notes runs up and down
Slur groupings one after another
Falter as air deflates out.

Her cheeks red flush
She takes quick breath
Trying to catch up
A measure behind fellow flutists.

Music seems there is no rest
Her fingers falter
Slip between the keys of the flute
She looks exhausted; crestfallen.

Perhaps different instrument
Is what she needs
To continue enjoy being in the band.

April 22nd prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/

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Perfect House

Tuck in woods and by a brook
Is where my perfect house sits
Base with light tan bricks
Layer of stones with strong roof overhead
Oaken door with look of magical quality
Open wide and step inside
Living room open and airy with hardwood floors
Modest bay windows used for time of reading
In winter nights fireplace warms the nights
On either side wall to wall
Books upon books line the shelves
Comfy couch and and chairs lie within
On top of soft big creamy cover rug
Off a kitchen fit for connoisseur
Enough cabinet space to store my gadgets
A window with light streams in
Make space nice to cook and eat
Titles line the kitchen floor
Easy to find the dropped food
Back into living room and off to side
A little study to hide and contemplate.
Its modest with window high above
A desk, chair and small sofa
With small shelves for book lie inside
Right next to entry door of study
Lies stairs which wind up in a spiral
Open floor plan up above
Leads to two bedroom and bathroom
Master bedroom holds half the space
While other bedroom a little less
Each floored with hardwood
With creative rugs of inspiration designs
Here too book shelves line a wall
Each room a window where shine throughout the day
Along with bathroom where
There is enough space to wash a dog
A sink and bath tub are there too
In the hallway on second floor
Little trap door to take down and see
A little nook to store and hide
What; more books is where some lie
A quiet home away from city
A place to think;
A place to relax and be creative
That is the perfect house for me

April 22th Prompt: Find a photo or quote to write about at Writing Prompts, or use this one from the site: What are your wildest dreams for your great-grandchildren (or anyone two generations from now)?
Used image from the writing prompt site.

Flowers Sing Of Spring

The cows lay lazy in the house
Pulled with sleep
Wrapped around sheets
The cool air outside
The birds chirps
Sounding on trumpets
To welcome spring through open doors
Buds busting forth
Flowers unfurl their state flags
They begin to sing in rapturous chorus
Black music notes on bars come out
As they sway their petal arms in the air
I watch behind a window enthralled
At their beauty thinking only of when time comes
I will pluck them for a bouquet for my one true love

April 21st prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/

Plainfield, Ohio

I have never been here or heard the name.
Is it a small town or something little bigger?
By its name it sounds like a boring place to be.
Its name sounds as place is on a plain
With cornfields and farms dotting around;
Or maybe there are no farms?
But empty plains of dust and short grasses.
I am tempted to research.
But this prompt says no.
So, this name is what I have to go by.
It sounds like an early town
From when Ohio first started.
I can see few quaint houses.
That might have been back then.
What else is to say; I do not know
When I am done with poem.
I will learn about this place I don’t know.

April 21st Prompt: Look at a map of Ohio and find a place in the state you have never been to. Write a poem about it, using only your imagination or what you’ve heard – no research.

No Man With Art Today

Timing perfect for tan train
It was trimming minutes off schedule
It rolled in whistle rang loudly
Lumbering gait of passenger cars
In trim mint condition from money grant
Grind wheels to halt at main gate
I ran with a grin hoping to see
The man with his giant art collection
Set up his rig of art on large mat
To browse, to buy
But he, Martin did not appear
For in the air was smell of rain

April 20th Prompt: Write a poem using as many words within the word “immigrant” as you can find, such as in, grant, rant, grin, imam, I’m, aim, trim, migrant, train and tram.

A to Z Memories

Alas, I can not
Began to gather
Certain moments which
Don’t come
Easy for me.

Fallen like
Glass they
Have begun to wilt.

If I could
Join my broken memories
Keepsakes I wish to
Look upon and keep.

Memories what are they
No more then
One of thousand that are form in kind.

Patterns of memories lie
Quietly in my mind broken as I
Reach to gather them together.

Such as it is
These memories slide through
Until I can find away to
View them in better light.

When will memories come as whole
Xenium from a stranger
Yet I don’t know because they
Zizz around my mind scattering before me.

April 19th prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/