Day 30 – A Natural and Artificial Flavor

Hello, It’s the last day of NaPoWriMo 2013! Seems like the month has gone by so quickly. There are only three class days left! Then finals week, Michigan, Bristol . . . constant flow of things, exciting! I’ve found that my favorite good-bye for people is ‘have adventures!’ Perhaps soon I’ll get to ask people what adventures they’ve had since we last met.

Oh, I’ve been forgetting for far too long, there’s a really interesting blog I wanted to share with you all. In honor of the last day of NaPoWriMo . . . read some well-written works instead of just my silly poetry!

And now for the last poem of the month:

A Natural and Artificial Flavor

Startling silence
blood pounding
awe in nature
in stone
Jarring footsteps
weighed down shoulders
burning sunlight
icy river
Run from raindrops
say you love them
hate the wind
but love the breeze
Make a roof
to block the starlight
live by fluorescence
without sunrise
Dial it up
we don’t need fire
tell me not
to revel then
Balanced diet
starch and protein
supplement &
food pumped full
Balk in basements
smell no flowers
big-screen view
another life for hours
What else could we have done?
Dull your nerves
hide from thunder
do you even, see
or wonder
How far from life we’ve come.

Day 29 – Magnolias and Dead Week

My favorite tree on campus is now in bloom. It’s also the week before finals

Dead Week

Alarms go off
& tell me
It is no longer yours
to “walk in beauty”

Magnolia Blooms
a sweet scent of Earth
left behind
for microscopic symbolism

How I would love
to stay in the sun
to lie in beauty
but it’s no longer mine.

Day 28 – Rosettes

Rosettes

I didn’t mean to scare you, darling
com on out and stretch your legs
I only want to see you, darling
don’t make me fish among the dregs

to pull your smile from where it hides
far beyond my beggar’s reach
I didn’t mean to hurt you, darling
come and lie, safe in my keep

Let me lay in silence, sweetheart
let safety be a warmth, my own
let the sands here wash me, sweetheart
and my own fears I will dethrone

you are all that I have of home here
leaving is not what letting is
a bite of control, give me, sweetheart
show me love and gentleness

Day 27 – Delivery for the Lynx

Delivery for the Lynx

Claim your own guilt
let yourself be haunted
make it your crime
to want to be wanted

Lay claim to your crime
I won’t claim my revenge
but reach your claws to me
and I will be avenged

I will not walk
down your way of claws
I won’t fall into
your grasping paws

There is a bitter after taste
what’s left of greedy kisses
fallacious tale of love and theft
it’s never you she misses

So give your lasting hurt
but don’t deal me the blame
merely a play-piece in the past
I’ve no part in your game

Day 26 – Friday Night Movies

Fanta was invented for German soldiers in world war two when coca cola syrup was low.

There once was a reporter, Vlado Taneski, who wrote many news stories about a serial killer containing non-public information. How did he know? He was the serial killer!

Friday Night Movies

Words without meaning
screaming unheeded
painfully dramatic
simply traumatic

Biography spinning
wheels reeling
and here I am
frozen alone
with people around
and paper creations in my hands

Day 25 – Like Her

A short biography, a prompt of my own developed straight out of the anagram/portrait poem prompt from yesterday on the NaPoWriMo page.

do you realize how difficult it is to find a female silhouette not in some weird stripper pose?

Like Her

It’s like you to love
It’s like you to talk
It’s like you to cheat
at a game of monopoly

It’s like you to write
It’s like her to look
It’s like you to read
endless high fantasy

It’s like her to try
to shoot for every target
to act on impulse
play for keeps

It’s like her brown eyes
her shadows of green
her draping clothing
her pointed feet

Like her simple face
her consistent motion
her awkward arms
and too large pride

 

It’s like her to dance
‘like nobody’s watching’
when no one really is

It’s like her to sing
so “shamelessly’
when no one’s around to hear

It’s like her to scream
to howl at the moon
to brush her fingertips
over magnolia buds

It’s like her to smile
at strangers on the street
It’s like her to be
endlessly distracted

It’s like her to stare
It’s like her to think
It’s like you to doubt
It’s like her to picture

It’s like you to need
It’s like you to want
It’s like you to touch
It’s like you to care

In case you were terribly curious, more wine is consumed per capita in Washington DC than in any state in the US. Also, in DC, there is one lawyer for every 19 residents and 74 lobbyists for every Senator.

Day 24 – Post 200 – Catch 22

The reason rubbing alcohol causes a burning sensation in cuts is because the alcohol content is so high that it lowers the threshold in your heat sensing nerves so much that your own body temperature causes them to fire like you’re burning.

Happy Post 200! It’s nothing really special, unfortunately. But it’s something new:

Catch 22

Like a flush on my cheeks
twining down my spine
the incessant knowledge
to know that you’re mine

bound up like a coiled spring
trembling fingers, trembling knees
control gates dropping
to thrown away keys

see roiling water in deep pools
waves are crashing against my mind
pressure building, closing eyes
heartbeat crashing, beating time

Suspended in ‘catch 22’
and all I know is wanting you.

Day 23 – Triolet on a Storm

Hello all, I’m trying out the NaPoWriMo prompt again today, as it was a structure this time! A triolet (where upper case is a strict repeat and lowercase a rhyme) ABaAabAB, in iambic tetrameter (duh-DAH-duh-DAH.-duh-DAH-duh-Dah..).

It’s one of my first actual attempts at a real structure of poem, so here’s to firsts!

The FIRST National Monument designated was Devil’s Tower in Wyoming. Wyoming was the FIRST state to give women the right to vote. Yellowstone (partly in Wyoming) was made the FIRST official National Park in 1872. The first coal mine in Wyoming was in Carbon in 1867. The first Dude Ranch in Wyoming was the Eaton Ranch, near Wolf. The Eaton’s also came up with the term “dude”.

“Sunset over Snake River, Wyoming”

Triolet on a Storm

The sky is dropping diamonds, love
they mist up from the foggy street
the ginkgo leaves gilding above
The sky is dropping diamonds, love
the winter calls through some sort of
hypnotic street-lit new moon suite
The sky is dropping diamonds, love
they mist up from the foggy street.

Day 22 – In the Air

In the Air

The smell of Warmth is on you, though
covered by distance or sweet masquerade
a same close scent of summer, so
simply familiar, and strongly replayed
in new embrace our hearts then close
In dreams when we’ve parted, our distance remade
in sweet stolen kisses and troubled thoughts stayed
in love shared together, times debt to us paid

Did you know Wausau, Wisconsin is the Ginseng Capitol of the World? Also, the Republican Party was founded in Ripon, Wisconsin in 1854.

Day 21 – Wise Words

“Lines for the Fortune Cookies” is the prompt for day 21. I probably won’t tackle that one . . . we’ll see, but I’ve been reading a lot of Marcus Aurelius in the past hour or so and I think that man could’ve made ‘inspiration cookies’ or something of the sort. Such tact, he has, in expressing feelings a person has every day walking through life, waking in the morning, discussing and such. Absolutely tactful, that man.

And something less so, a fun fact! I’m running out of states now so we may see some different sorts of facts coming up as April runs on.

“The world’s largest shipment of matches (20 carloads or 210,000,000 matches) was shipped from Wheeling, West Virginia to Memphis, Tennessee, on August 26, 1933”

The Washington fact from yesterday won me a fun fact about vikings (they had a secret use for calcite), and a fun fact about Irish Wolf Hounds (the breed was nearly lost after wolves went extinct on the British Isles) was the price of a very uncertain bet. But today . . . oh goodness! I went to search for my 50 states fun facts page and clicked the feeling lucky button right as I got out “50 s” . . . I never want to be brought to a 50 shades of grey website again . . . that quote wasn’t a fun fact . . . why would Google betray me so?!

Well, now that I’m entirely shaken, West Virginia (how humorous that we get a Virginia after that, eh?) :
It is the third most forested state in the nation by percent, with 77% of it’s land covered by forest (only Maine and New Hampshire beat it out . . . Vermont has some explaining to do)

“Woody Biomass” distribution, thanks to Wikipedia

[Maine – 85.8, New Hampshire – 78.4, W.Virg – 77.2, Vermont 75.7] Where does Michigan rank in all of this? 16th at 51.2%. Iowa? 42nd at 5.4%, sandwiched between two SW desert states . . . oh Iowa. Nevada is 48th, though, at ~.5% (Hawaii and Alaska were not included in this list)]
Compare this to Canada if you’d please, or Australia if you’re feeling bad now (just don’t remember that whole Outback bit, though, otherwise it doesn’t help so much).

Hmm, there’s supposed to be a poem in here somewhere, isn’t there?

Wise Words

Wise words and wizened man
lay men bleached on sun-stained sheets
hobble each other on paper mâché heels
sew blood in the water of audiences

Perhaps my thought is red as well
perhaps my soul, therefore is dyed
with arrant attack, under thick mist
and purple slashed with guilt untried

Wizened words and wise man
hold me down and pin my sites
on words which thoughts had not yet made
and I’ll thank him for it, all the same