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NaPoWriMo2021 Poem #30

Well gentle readers, this is it. The last of the 30 Poems in 30 Days for National Poetry Writing Month in 2021. Some came easy. Others were extracted with forceps through an orifice that will not be named. Like getting the lactic acid moving in your stiff knees, if nothing else, rising to write for a month straight will get your creative wheels greased and moving again. It’s time for longer pieces now. Maybe some painting next. Whatever you do, follow the words of Joss Whedon- “Write it. Shoot it. Publish it. Crochet it, sauté it, whatever. MAKE.”

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Poetry- A decade poem

every decade i write one piece to shatter through the detritus that gathers in life. beyond an aging body, deep in the archives of our hearts are things that transcend all we are because they were defining moments that turned our path towards a different future. ~birthday present~

I Remember

Oh, yes

I remember

the exact color of your eyes-

I saw it once

flying over the Atlantic 

at noon looking down

on the blue gray ocean

I remember –

hard angled jaw

magnet for lips

tracing across

towards your quirked mouth

long curious fingers-

emotional barometers

their constant motion

seeking new experience

your velvet steel

fusing to my spine

creating something else

from what I was

your voices –

the deadliest weapons 

in your arsenal –

your day voice-

contagious laughter

like iron bells

ringing on a summer afternoon  

rattling my heart cage

but that other voice –

spoken in dimmed light 

and darkness 

coaxing 

instructing

encouraging 

demanding-

that voice

was felt

between the legs

causing a listening soul 

to crawl towards it

begging 

for its life giving water

Oh, yes

I remember

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If you are a first time visitor to this site…

So, weird format. Right? Let me explain. If this is your first time here, you are entering on Day 24 of the National Poetry Writing Month challenge: 30 Poems In 30 Days. The blog site doesn’t look like this May to March. Just April while NaPoWriMo is raging around the globe. Look it up. It’s a thing.

It’s my third year participating. In the past, I have participated as a “Panster”. That’s where you have no idea what the heck will come of out your head and you slap it down as it arrives. This year, I am trying out the “Planner” format and I’ve put my very own twist on it.

I am playing with a Verbiage & Distillation recipe where I “show my work”- writing down the thought cloud that comes before the poem so you can see how I got to where I ended.

I do a lot of cooking and liqueur making where I have to go from a bunch of whacky ingredients down to the essense of all of them in a single taste. My best libation so far- Camp Fire, a bourbon infused with maple and New Mexican Morita Smoked Chili Peppers. Sounds strange but it’s been fun to watch people go through all the faces as they identify its components just as the chili pepper starts to cook your mouth in a really good way. Then they ask for another pour. {Insert sounds of cheering here}

I try and write that way too. Gathering all matter of extraneous thoughts and distilling them down to the best part. Just like in the movie The Holiday, when Jack Black’s character Miles said to Kate Winslet’s character Iris before he played the piece of music he wrote for her, “I used only the good notes…”

Yeah, and I paint my recycled bottles with nail polish as a hobby. Hey, at least I’m not collecting string or gray eyebrow hairs like Nathan Fillion.