Day 26: loose connections

At the reception, I was soaking up the surroundings – sounds, facial expressions,
body language – all of it swirled inside my head
as I walked around the room.
When I empty it onto paper, all of this may
or may not come out intertwined with other words
to make an event that never happened
I spend the afternoon vacuuming the area rugs –
the ones that are burgundy with geometric framing
that direct me around and around the perimeter.
After I’m done, I empty the canister of its contents –
All the dust particles are grey
except for the black pet hair from the hallway runner
where my dog sleeps.

Day 26: loose connections

Day 22: Ever

It is another day where life
Has been most factual,
And I have some difficulty leaving
My song here- in some truth – actual.
But I read an essay on pine trees
That quantified the degrees
Of desire
one can have for an idea
A word
a verdant memory
this chlorophyll green, – bursting from
feelings that shade the glare
and weather the gray
tips of needles-
sparks erupting from the receding storm
that I longed for.

Day 22: Ever

Day 21: slack

I’ve got no poem today, but it must be okay,
I’ve thought of how monkeys and walruses play.
And how the color blue is my favoritest hue
And wishes are best when they actually come true.

I’ve got no poem today, but I venture to guess
Tomorrow will happen, and the words will address
Some loftier thought, some grander design
Of playing with words that I thought to combine.

Day 21: slack

Day 19: The Race

Hurry up! Or you’ll be late!
Mama Boa stussly called
to Olielle and brother Drake,
who liked to dawdle and negate.

No we won’t, they justifored,
and swaggled through to grab their lunch
of gummous, bunola, and more
as they prottled out the door.

Olielle, the elder sibling,
challenged brother Drake to race
and launched an undulated rippling-
her kindly face, feguiled and dribbling.

No you won’t, of course, he said,
and hurled himself into a line.
Keeping pace, he squeezed ahead.
Then she side-pushed – off she sped.

Up a block, or maybe two,
the school bus picked up kubbish kids.
Brother Drake found strength anew
and Olielle was rushing, too.

As the school bus pulled away,
sister launched a strike to catch
the mirror latch. She grabbed and stayed-
Her tail was flopping, all astray.

Brother Drake, he sternly keyed
on sister’s place beside the bus,
And with a firm perspacity
he lunged with longaguity.

What happened next, was all a fuss.
The driver parlowed them aboard.
Sister looked at Drake and gushed,
Now THAT is how you catch a bus.

Yesterday’s prompt from NaPoWriMo.Net was a challenge to write a poem about rushing or hurrying. I enjoy playing with words, and collected some nonsense vocabulary to drop into this poem.

Day 19: The Race