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National Poetry Writing Month: Day 30 – Seaside

Seaside houseTiled floor,Like white lifeguard chairsSpeckled in sand.WallsPainted in one thousand shadesOf turquoiseAs if ocean wavesSplashed upon themMagnetically.Scent of lathered sunscreenSits in the cornersAnd cracksAll summer long,June to August.The cooler airWe all forget aboutPushes us away,Making us run, joltLike children towardSeagull flocks.We pack up the house,Salted goodbyes.Folding the residence into a suitcaseLike a dollhouse.Summer memories … Continue reading National Poetry Writing Month: Day 30 – Seaside

National Poetry Writing Month: Day 29 – Waiting

9:58amHeads bobHips swaySneakers are inFor another hard day. 10:14amEntering,A sea of cellsYou try not toBump against,And ignore the onesWho do it to you.10:27am"So what's on your mind?"Asks no one's voice,Except the one residingBehind your forehead.10:30amYou can think of a million and twenty-sixThings.10:38amAre the galaxiesReally expandingEach dayHow wideCan they become?And how many astronautsAre just floating out … Continue reading National Poetry Writing Month: Day 29 – Waiting

National Poetry Writing Month: Day 28 – One Lick

The glass mugDishwasher glintingSlid my way.Fizz foamsBeneath my crescentFingernail,Index dipping intoThe solar systemRippling at the rim.Stars large likeVanilla scoops.---Tinges of morningScooped, raisedBy silver spoons.Frozen flavors frostingTongues and throatsThat once soothedUntamed sleep.---Royally blended sunsetKissed by coral lips.Confetti, pale dotsOf pink,A stirred duo.Light and bright.Creamy smears glimmerBefore eyes and belliesOf chilly appetites.

National Poetry Writing Month: Day 24 – Fog

They sayTo let yourImaginationRun wild.Wild likeFlowers.You envisionThe contrasts,Paints and Puddles of theWorld,In the filterYou wished toGlance through.Maybe you didn'tKnow yourself.They sayTo let yourImaginationRun wild.Wild likeEgyptian sunsets.The fog thatSwims and swirlsLike deceptionIn your mouthIlluminates inGray.Maybe you didn'tKnow yourself.They sayTo let yourImaginationRun wild.Wild likeBlackberries.The fog thatSwings and swaysLike truthIn my mouthIlluminates inEverything.Sun raysSend pastel polishInto the fogLike … Continue reading National Poetry Writing Month: Day 24 – Fog

National Poetry Writing Month: Day 22 – Rose

I wonderWhat part of your mindI grow in,Whether in mounds of weedsOr well-watered gardens.I want to be your rose,Lingering like aVintage blossomTucked in the corner ofMapsFolded, creasedUsed, reusedAlways returned to,As you seemed to beSomewhereYet going nowhereMaking people thinkYou were well-traveled.I wonderWhat part of your heartI grow in,Whether in mounds of winter shrubsOr well-watered summer flowers.