NaPoWriMo 30/30 - Untitled

"From what realm of light 

were we shadows who darken the earth 

spawned?" ~Henry Miller

Less Freud, more Jung

More Joni stardust

less Inferno Dante

or is that optimistic

The science of my desire

is for us to be

time traveling star stuff

some of us

we are

But too well

I know

you know

there are those who shadow

bait switch the light

bring the dark

hook eye its needle

stitch miserable histories

we legacy in DNA

to win this argument

it’s always a good idea

to bring up

Hitler

see

yet somehow

that remains a burnt

fragment

of a chapter

of a story

not yet told

you are golden

I am silver

sun

moon

we thread down

to molten core

this I know

and have seen

but I can’t speak

for the rest

these lifetimes

even strung together

like pearls

too short in strands

to ring round

the truth

30/30

NaPoWriMo

2014

Yay!!!!!!! 

(Image from Sacred Circles Tumblr)

NaPoWriMo 29/30 - Untitled (senryu) + LAST NAPOWRIMO PROMPT!

Los Angeles is

Mexico today. Seek shade.

Stay still. Siesta.

29/30

NaPoWriMo

2014

Day 30 Prompt (we made it!):

"From what realm of light were we shadows who darken the earth spawned?"

~Henry Miller, Big Sur

NaPoWriMo 28/30 - Untitled (senryu)

I am a blank book

Inscribed to you. Turn my leaves.

Write in my pages.

28/30

NaPoWriMo

2014

NaPoWriMo 27/30 - Grass

GRASS

I.

As soon as I am close

to the grass

I am transported

1000 days

thousands of miles

to The Heath.

Soft green grass

bright sun

moist and fertile

ground

you and I

innocent

before all the everything that happened

you and I

innocent

after all the everything that happened

that’s the thing

about you and I

as a together

II.

I love nothing more

than love

we seem to share a definition

sometimes

I look at you

feeling your good

wondering

how you have been so

clipped and confined

sometimes probably

you look at me, too

wondering

we are each other’s easy

mired deep

in our own hards

III.

the grass

begins spiking me

tough and angled

survivor grass

soil cracked and dry

sun brutally insistent

breeze far above

human reach

there is no kindness here

but oh so much determination

everything is a road

nothing is a place to be.

27/30

NaPoWriMo

2014

NaPoWriMo 26/30 - Weapon of Choice

WEAPON OF CHOICE

We didn’t have much training.

Finn showed us what he could,

when he could.  We didn’t have

anything to train with.

Weapons were relics.

Besides – exactly what weapon

do you use on a drone?

Tim liked fire. Said it was quick,

effective. He could stay low to

the ground, under cover, then

take a spot as a bystander, get

moved along with the crowd.

Charlie wanted a pistol.

Good luck with that.

Me, I wanted a cross-bow.

Precise. Deathly.

Never close enough for them to

fight back. Just wait for that

one

clean

shot.

26/30

NaPoWriMo

2014

I got behind - no prompts til I catch up!

Image from artist Kris Hanke.

Quote of the Week - Murger

"The first duty of wine is to be red. Don't talk to me of your white wines."

~ Henry Murger

Happy Monday!

Here's one of my fave recipes to make and eat - goes fantastically with red wine - olive and grape compote. Yum.

NaPoWriMo 25/30 - How I Live Now = Day 26 Prompt

How I Live Now

When you find them

the mystical creatures

who believe in magic

because they make it real

believe in love

because what else

believe in you because love

make you love because safe

and because why not

you  have found it

that elusive home

the one you were

already supposedly born into yet

unceremoniously ejected from

to find this one

the here now

the stay

When you are pulled from it

by the paternalistic knife blade

of the long con that called itself home

which you now know to be

impostor

like healthy tooth from root

pulled

extracted

as if rescue mission

like Israelis

saving Ethiopian Jews only

to bring them home

where they will make up the new

lowest caste forever

When this happens

you are dead

but still living

when this happens you survive

in spite of survival

you lock memories

in a tank guarded  by

angry gun-toting extremists

hold just one note

a tiny timbre

of what was

and what will be

hold it close

locket it in heart

close around it

like grenade

and wait

When all you can do is wait

you wait

and then wait

and then wait

as long as it takes

carefully guarding

the seed called home

till you can return it

to fertile soil

25/30

NaPoWriMo

2014

I don't really know if this is in response to yesterday's prompt.  It is definitely in response to just having read How I Live Now.

So close to the end of NaPoWriMo and National Poetry Month!   I've put a PDF version of 5 here --- you can download it FREE (the read option doesn't seem to work so well).

DAY 26 PROMPT: Weapon of Choice