Haiku for You

An orange flower
Shows beauty when opening 
Its petals of wild.

When the sun dips down,
the night sky glistens with stars
and a cool breeze blows.

A butterfly flits
across the field and lands on
a tall blade of grass

Star

For Day 30 of NaPoWriMo we were prompted to write a minimalist poem, or a very short poem. I also wanted to write a concrete poem, which is a poem written in a way to match the shape of the subject. Here is my final poem for National Poetry Writing Month!

Before the Rain

Wind chimes twirl to a tinkling tune
As leaves gently sway to a dance of their own.
Gray clouds glide across the morning sky.
Birds chirp and sing just out of sight.
The wind whispers through the trees
And leaves a cool kiss upon my cheek
As I rock softly on the swing,
Lulled into a deep sense of peace.

Poetry

Perhaps
One of the most beautiful things about writing is
Etching our hopes, fears, memories, dreams, and 
Thoughts down on paper or screen to be
Read and remembered year after
Year after year.

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For Day 28 of NaPoWriMo, we were prompted to write a meta-poem, which is a poem about poetry. I decided to write a short acrostic meta-poem.

Will You Love Me in My Old Age?

Will you hate me as I age?
As smooth skin gives way to wrinkles?
After my flat belly rounds with child
And then flops over in folds from stretched skin
And too much junk food in the night?
Will you hate the tiger stripes around my waist?
The bumps and dimples on my thighs?
The hair on my neck and chin?
Will you still love me when my breasts sag?
When my hands become rough and dry?
When my brown hair turns gray?
Will you love me in my old age?

Role as Mother - Haiku

Lost in her role as

Mother, she fades into the

Background of her life.

Taste of Summer

Sweat pools beneath her breasts
And clings under her arms.
The sun glares down, burning her skin at her neck.
Her face flushes in the heat.
She turns her head at the sound of a bird
Calling to its mate sitting in an oak tree
With leaves full and green in the midst of summer.
She watches as the little bird flies through the air,
The sky clear and blue with barely a cloud in sight.
The smell of grilled hot dogs reaches her nose.
Her husband stands at the grill. He smiles at her,
Then laughs as he hears her stomach growl in hunger.
He offers her a hot dog in a bun, which she slathers with ketchup.
She takes a bite, savoring the soft bread and juicy beef,
The taste of summer filling her mouth.

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For Day 25 of NaPoWriMo, we were prompted to write about a specific season using all five senses and to include a rhetorical question. I skipped the rhetorical question, but I chose to write about summer, my favorite season.