For NaPoWriMo, one prompt was to write a poem about a forgotten technology. Over the weekend I found a tiny answering machine tape. Who knows what's on it?!
Covid cleaning
Digging through drawers
Rearranging relics
Answering-machine audiotape
Lilliputian legend
Unobtainable understanding
Monday, April 20, 2020
Monday, April 13, 2020
Hay(na)ku
Hay(na)ku
Work
From home
This is nice
Lunch
Home made
By my hubby
Done
Two thirty
I walk outside
Work
From home
This is nice
Lunch
Home made
By my hubby
Done
Two thirty
I walk outside
Tuesday, April 7, 2020
Midnight Disturbance
Residential neighborhood
But still, "the city"
Means houseless wanderers rummage
Through household scraps and garbage
My bedroom door is closed
Attempting uninterrupted rest
At the bottom is a gap
Wide enough for cats paws
Scratching, quizzically asking for admittance
A pause.......
and an attempt anew.
Adult children wander the house
No subtlety in opening and closing rooms
Or cabinets
Foraging for late night bowls of cereal
But still, "the city"
Means houseless wanderers rummage
Through household scraps and garbage
My bedroom door is closed
Attempting uninterrupted rest
At the bottom is a gap
Wide enough for cats paws
Scratching, quizzically asking for admittance
A pause.......
and an attempt anew.
Adult children wander the house
No subtlety in opening and closing rooms
Or cabinets
Foraging for late night bowls of cereal
Thursday, April 2, 2020
Home Office
Home office
Cobbled together
Brand new technology!
Old wooden school desk
Chipped and carved
Over time
Small cabinet
Handmade in high school
By my son
Tight space
Arranged daily
Familiar coffee
and water cups
Help
With feeling normal.
Cobbled together
Brand new technology!
Old wooden school desk
Chipped and carved
Over time
Small cabinet
Handmade in high school
By my son
Tight space
Arranged daily
Familiar coffee
and water cups
Help
With feeling normal.
Wednesday, April 1, 2020
Rubber Band
All reaching out
In four directions
Straining to be ourselves
In an instant
We are snapped back
Bound together
In four directions
Straining to be ourselves
In an instant
We are snapped back
Bound together
I Know You Are Here
NaPoWriMo 2020
With the conjunction of NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month), COVID deaths, and a random metaphor generator, here is what was penned today.
You are now joined
To the larger fabric
Harder to see your filament
But still I know you are there
Your unique tincture
Now incorporated into the solution
Harder to perceive your zest
But still I know you are there
Your vibration is now in sync
With the sprawling composition
Harder to distinguish your melody
But still I know you are there
You are the eggshell against the snow
How will I recognize you?
By sight, sound, touch?
Still, I know you are here.
With the conjunction of NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month), COVID deaths, and a random metaphor generator, here is what was penned today.
You are now joined
To the larger fabric
Harder to see your filament
But still I know you are there
Your unique tincture
Now incorporated into the solution
Harder to perceive your zest
But still I know you are there
Your vibration is now in sync
With the sprawling composition
Harder to distinguish your melody
But still I know you are there
You are the eggshell against the snow
How will I recognize you?
By sight, sound, touch?
Still, I know you are here.
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