DU Official NaPoWriMo Challenge

22 of 30

Transgression

Home again as if the day,
Has been a held,
Hiatus.
A score of hours,
Ransomed,
For some petty coin.
And this,
Unwanted,
Regression.
Being by any other term,
Known as,
Transgression.
I call the day,
For what it is.
The month,
For what it will.
Biding with the act of binding,
Time in the terms of action.
And this recurrent,
Incessant,
Reflection.
Is raked through the tines,
Of creeping boundaries.
The meddle of Ladies bedstraw,
Lies interwoven with blades of green.
And the stubborn pith of,
last season's thistles,
Still stings.
As I strip their trimmings,
Left upon my dressings,
Before the waiting door.

22/30

Exhausted

Success!
Mission accomplished;
back to work—
fully, properly; two jobs;
college work; volunteering; NaPo, parenting.
Finally taking on a full load
after time in hospital and weeks recovering
from asthma, allergies, infection, unusual blood results and
a tendency to live life at one pace: frenetic.
Four hours' sleep didn't cut it today, so... good night!!

22/30

Learning to Slow Down  

Some days I find it hard to slow down
I have a million and one things on my mind

I feel the need to be productive for every minute
And never want to take the time to breathe

I tend to think too much about the future
And plan for who I want to be

When what's best for me is to take life a little slower
To look at the world with a different eye

One that is a little more observant and kind to myself
One that is healthier and more calm

A way of life that listens to the birds on my way to work
Or takes the time to smell the flowers lining the driveway

21 of 30

Alright I’m Coming Out

Who comes knocking
shave and a haircut they rap
an endearing proclamation of presence
of a friend wanting entrance

But what if it's a trickster
a wolf in friend's clothing
trying to charm me
with playful familiarity
seeking to lure me away
from my safe cloistering space.

I've all but ceased to fraternize
with friends and acquaintances
some variety out in society
would be a welcome change
alone with my thoughts
can be such a bore

I knock the two bits
and open the door


Mea culpa Note: I fell asleep on the 21st and didn't wake up until after the deadline to post had past.

22 of 30

Fear of Failure or Success?

What harm is there
in loving myself,
not too much but at all?
What if I cared for myself,
ate healthier, moved around a bit, not excessively,
mind you but at all?
What would be the risk
of following a dream
to learn a musical instrument,
not on virtuoso level
but enough to plesse me?
For that matter, what's wrong with pleasing me
for me exclusively?
Would it be that great of a sin
to publish my poetry….the romantic, humorous, sad,
scary, historical, hysterical,
and even the erotic?
What's wrong with me
liking me and actually enjoying my company?
Absolutely nothing I reckon.

22/30

The Poem Eavesdrops on Daisy’s Brain While She Tries to Write a NaPo Poem and Hears

A screeching bird that will not shut its beak,
the cry reverberates against stone walls
and stirs the dustmotes up into a sparkling
dervish; Pirates of the Caribbean
mixed with Beethoven’s Cello Concerto number
three and a few of Mozart’s themes; a bell;
her son’s impressive humpback imitation;
her granny’s whisper calling her to calm
the noise and stop the swirl; a ticking clock.

22/30

Preserved

To a degree I think I’ve been a low-key masochist
Maybe not so much enjoying the pain
But the torture - it’s a test to see how much I can withstand
Perhaps it’s the old self trying to punish for misgivings
But like a typical Gen-Xer, I make light of it
And laugh it off

Yes, I try to behave like a gentleman
Reserved and preserved with resignation at my side
But you know how Geminis can be
One moment we’re stoic
And the next…


62 Unique Words
85 Total

22/30

Anywhere in the World

I

Please excuse the distance, lately
Been conferring with the universe
I can’t get too distant, and lose myself
Is that even possible.  How far have you been?

I have been far out – Far away from people
And I lost touch, perhaps that is the way of all things
And my hermitage was far from the way of all things
Some say it is a universal experience

II

I recently adopted a cat named: Cream (The Creamster).

Yesterday I noticed a cut on his face.

I immediately began to investigate.

I feed the animals so there is a colony of outdoor kitties,
as well as an assortment of other critters.

I wondered if somehow an animal got inside.

I thought of blood born pathogens
and such.

I thought of diseases that deteriorate the brain.

(Like literal brain eating bacteria…  WTF)

III

(I am not mad at anyone for site closure…

Just feelin complex emotions…)

Complex emotions, such as…

Excepting love.  And other things

(I tell myself that those who matter
don’t mind.)

Maybe I lost trust for humanity.

Maybe I am hideous.

IV

But I was thinking about how disease
can wash away your memory, perhaps,
and, perhaps, your very identity.

It made me think about death, which I
have thought of as an abduction, how,
death, perhaps also does these things.

Strip away the memories and the identity.

How fuckin sad is that?

Does it nullify life?

Like, if there was reincarnation.
You forget
all the
people places
faces
of
love, beauty and the like.  Like: Such is life?

V

These are profundities that few
would tread upon…

Sometimes, I genuinely wonder
if I have boldly gone, where
no one has gone before, in
my thoughts and frontiers of
thinking.

Now.  I do think that there is
nothing new under
the sun.

However, every configuration
and reconfiguration
is…

Astounding.  Amazing
Like a coexistence
of

Evolution

&

Creation.  People just don’t go to these.  Places  

VI

So there I found myself, ridin and smokin
with a group of dudes.

The song: Tears in Heaven came on.

I was listening…

Really listening…

Thinking of these things, which I still
think of, into which I have progressed…

Oh such a diversity amongst these alignments
of neurons.

Alignments of neurochemicals.

VII

I started weeping…

VIII

How many storms have
fallen
upon

The shores of stowaways?

Only for the mourning twilight
of morning
To break roses into petals and thorns.

Every depth leads to surfacing
We creatures
of

Thought.  

VIII

But to think
That all that we thought
Was
a

Rose of fusions

of

Dissolutions

IX

On one hand

Were you to
land

Somewhere else
as

Someone else
You would
be

Someone else, therefore,
based upon
this

&

Your entirety drifting
away

In the sand
Based upon these things

It is impossible
to

Truly, know, truly

X

These veils swaying
in

The way
of

Thought

Where we sought ourselves
then

The self…

Then

Beyond: Way far out, just as we ought

XI

Seeing into spaces where
tears

Are born.  Near

Where stars are born.  Here

Where there
are

Entire worlds in every sphere.  I never lost touch

I see things clear.  We would recognize our souls:

Anywhere

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#22

Revolving

I hoped that you would have learned by now
That she is a pusher and a puller

She has pushed away everyone you love
And has pulled in everything you have
A revolving door
Slamming you from both ends
With a vortex of her self entitlement

I wish you would just stand firm

Or walk out of the pattern
She has proven to repeat

I thought that you would have
Produced your own gravitational pull
Back into yourself
By now

A stolen life for one woman’s greed

62 u/w

22/30

DRAGGING

Balancing a cup of tea on my leg
With one eye dragging itself closed
I set myself to meditate with words

With bug traps baited and kitchen light on
I’ve reached my final stretch of day
So be a dear friend Lady Chamomile

Tonight my goal is practical and pure
Find where bodies can recover
And stay there for as long as I can take

22/30

Heartsong

You never knew love
But you felt that flutter
It is an undeniable feeling
So feel it
It is a subtle drumbeat
So listen to your heartsong
There is a stillness when you breathe
It reinvigorates everything
Like wildflowers in spring
Though they have no say as to where they’re planted
The wind is a trusted guide
You are a compass by my side
Be it in a field, or beneath a bridge
Those floral miracles grow, you see?
Believe me when I say
Love will make a way
It’s not somehow, it’s a moment that is here and now
There’s a world of wonder you guard deep inside
I catch that ethereal view through your emerald eyes
If there’s a place you long to explore
Because you don’t know yourself
(For you have rotted alone too long)
Let me in, I’ll take you there
Now, seize my hand and ride the stars
For we are wishes
And our limit is the night sky

23/30

THE PROTESTS

Is that the sound of the sun setting
or the sun rising on a grand new dawn?
Is that the flight of birds begetting
or lizards lapping their pouting porn?

Unlearning old wisdom has taken its toll
materialist viewpoints have poisoned the soul
the process downgraded to serve a sick goal
but sheep every Spring have got to be shorn

Was dreaming the highway quite early one day
as camera-led drones were buzzing the air
police in their armour were primed for the fray
as people marched calmly to counter despair

I thought ‘it’s enough now, don’t we deserve
true leaders who govern for good of us all
but still they hang on — they’ve got quite a nerve
it’s time for a change’ … and folks heard the call.

23 of 30


box cutter in hand


I will no longer participate
...in the grand illusion
not going to walk someone else's definition
...of the right path
it's too monochromatic
their truth doesn't fit me
their idea of normal...
...invalid in my universe

I'm tired of being compartmentalized
boxed in
trying to squeeze myself into their ideals
attempting to shrink my dimensions
struggling to be big enough
unsuccessfully stretching
...attempting to reach their unrealistic shelves

I'm done

time for emancipation
who I am...
is always changing
...growing...
...evolving...
I'm tired of stagnation
& I don't need anyone's permission
{or validation}
just to be me
because...
no matter what...

it

is

enough

23/30

Manna

The thunder sounds inside me
with footsteps heard
an all-resounding crack of lightning
My Father appears in his most majestic state

He commands attention
Ten thousand eyes bear witness
As he opens the book of life
There were the afore-prepared beings
to take part in his glory

Souls that sang with the heavenly choir
and reside as part of his congregation
With stately manners

My Father's golden kingdom shines
The sun here doesn't burn
It is the light that emanates from the holiest of holies
And all the angels sang glory

bread was broken, and they bowed and gave thanks
With manna, which is the word that proceeds from the mouth of God, they are sustained
Their cup runneth over
And their hearts are full

23/30

a morning to behold

clouds bloomed and sprinkled
cool dew drops,
as the sun emerged in a crimson robe;
the rosy aura smudged the periphery
like kohl spreads around eyes,
environs echoed with the
mellifluous music of birds
while the velvety breeze waltzed,
intoxicated with sweet aromas
of blossoming buds,
flirting with leaves
as it flowed along its drift.
sparkling streams gurgled
in kiddish merriment
savoring every droplets of drizzle,
while the leaves whispered
prayers to the universe,
as the trees meditated motionless;
a conduit-
channeling earth's energy to the cosmos...