NaPoWriMo Day 27

Day 27

Today's poetic offering is simply strange.

STRANGE

"Strange how I find myself upon your shore"
"On Your Shore" by Enya


Strange how I find myself at your door
fingers caught in mid-knock
anxiously biting my lower lip
Do I stay if you answer?
Do I leave before you do?
Strong wind pushes me forward
into the shelter of your porch
Waiting
Indecisive
Your dog does not bark in greeting
But it waits attentively at the door

Copyright Celena Diana Bumpus

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NaPoWriMo Day 16

Day 16

Today's poetic offering is a matter of questions without really wanting answers.  Because answers can be too finite.

CIRCULAR

Pervasive thoughts
Hidden agendas
This lost dream
Is there anything to salvage?
No comfort in silence
Same frustrations spoken
I know there's a solution
Afraid to let go
Prisoner of my own dependency
I don't dare ask "Why?"

Copyright Celena Diana Bumpus


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daY TEn

...a un-love poem...

Sitting at the top of the staircase

I imagine my life without you

What life would have been had we never crossed paths.

I wonder if my dreams would be different.

Would my prayers include you even though I wouldn't know

who you are?

I am curious if you would look for a girl with green eyes

and long hair, thick lips and thighs or if the girl you would find

would be very different.

Would she be tall and slender?

Athletic?

I imagine quiet afternoons with no children

and my fingers tapping on the faded letters of my keyboard

writing things that I don't think.

Experiences that I never had unable to press out of my fingertips

existing in a world without you.

And without the things that have molded my poetry into

this.

Standing on soapboxes with scratchy microphones in

darkened rooms

Reciting poetry with too many lines

As if you never even existed

© Ginger Galloway 2013

Day eiGHT and NiNe

Having so much fun with the PAD for April.... Here are my poems for the 8th and the 9th. My prompts come from NaPoWriMo and Poetic Asides... see more on my author page at GingerMGalloway.webs.com

DAY eight

She didn't know what she had done

When she walked into the room

She thought they would just have fun

Outside at half past noon

but that was when the bell had rung

another would ring real soon

They thought there would be time to play

They'd just have to wait another day.

© Ginger Galloway 2013

EASY PEASY....

It's time for bed I told the kids

As the time hit eight o' clock

Pee and brush and close the lids

In the hamper, put dirty socks

But sleeping's not what they did

Playing with toys and blocks

With paddle I dared them make a peep

And soon they all were fast asleep!

© Ginger Galloway 2013

Day Nine

the hunt

His eyes were wide

One up

One down

Around, around

Backwards

Hand over fist he moved

Stop!

Eyes rotating

Back and forth

Steady but not quite stealth

Quiet but not quite hidden

Smacking lips

Somewhere near the middle of the 

food chain

The hunter and

The hunted

The call pierces the sky

talons bared

just as the sticky tongue

smacks into the body

of the winged insect

wrapping around and

lifted from the bough

The diner

becomes

the meal.

© Ginger Galloway 2013

NaPoWriMo Day 9

Day 9
Today's offering to the poetry gods is a comparison and perhaps a contrast in two inherent different and yet eerily the similar parts within you.

MIND AND HEART

My mind is whirling like my old, dust choked "wind machine".
Sucking air from everywhere.

Similar to the freeway when you drive too fast with the windows down at night.
I need to feel like I am going somewhere fast.

Moving.
Even when I'm lying alone in bed at night.

My heart is like a rough draft of a poem or a song.
Incomplete and balled in your hands.

A crumpled sphere of craving, confusion and impetuosity.
The trash people wearing orange suits pick up in the landscaping next to the freeway.

Copyright Celena Diana Bumpus

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dAy Six

A Valediction Poem...

There was no kiss

no hug

no wave

The inevitable had become

obvious

Slow steps

short

hesitant

History imbedded in footprints

No lazy glances

forelorn

Deep breaths 

Was it a heart attack

or heart ache

They were the same

Pain caught between

screams and wails

Silence choking

There would be 

lingering regrets

There was no kiss

good bye

© Ginger Galloway 2013

DaY FiVe

From NaPoWriMo: A cinquain is a poem that employs stanzas with five lines. Each line has a certain number of accented or stressed syllables, and a certain number of overall syllables per line. So the syllable count is 2, 4, 6, 8, 2 ad the stress count is 1, 2, 3, 4, 1. I don't understand how you get the stress count as each one that reads the poem may stress different words, but...maybe that's just me...

IMMOBILE

You can't

Because I said

So what are you gonna

Do something or don't do something

You can't

© Ginger Galloway 2013

NaPoWriMo Day 4

Rough and rugged.  Unedited and raw.  It comes with an enigmatic smile.

CelenaDiana

 

NaPoWriMo Day 4

POISED

I pull my new black stillettos

from my tossed blue duffle

in the other room

slip them onto my bare feet

then walk into the main room

there is a metal stool

in the center of the room

light flanks me

from all sides

Leaning forward over the stool

I arch

my back a bowed curve

long legs stretched

left knee slightly bent

bracing my right arm

against the cool metal

of the seat

I peer over my right shoulder

hair falling

in a dark auburn wave

over my left eye

Smiling enigmatically

I stand silent for a moment

Still silent

I take my right hand

twist my arm above my shoulder

touch the spot

between my shoulder blades

tilt my chin upwards

only my profile in view now

hair held in the bend of my elbow

delicate chin

high cheekbone

tiny ears

curved forehead

short lashes

small nose

full lips

same enigmatic smile

poised

After several moments

I laugh

kick off my high heels

pick up my camera

and gesture to the chair

See how easy it is?

I say to my wide eyed friend

©2013 Celena Diana Bumpus

Composed in silence

For a complete listing of my poems for the month of April 2013 entitled:

UNDER MY SCARF, BENEATH MY HAIR AND BEHIND MY GLASSES
(because who knows what mysteries lie there):
A COLLECTION

which will be updated daily.  Simply click on the titles to discover the poem and more.

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daY FoUr

Given the title; write the poem. Hmmm...

Jaundiced Outlook

Knives and daggars.

I never understood how one could swing them at themself.

But you do this.

Cutting your face and hands.

The world around you is full of life and beauty.

Yet you rip the branches off trees and stomp through flower beds.

Who gave you the right to steal away and destroy?

Flinging words at people and things and nothing.

Filling up space.

Until you can't see and no one else can either.

The cloud you have erected

Dredging misery as you throw

Knives and daggars.

© Ginger Galloway 2013

DAY thReE

Today's challenge is to write a Shanty poem...a rhyming poem, sung by sailors as they work on a ship.

The ship does not sail

or float on the sea

The life I live here under

Locked in it's place

determined to be

The life I live here under

Simply the same

day after day

The life I live here under

Afraid to go it is

easy to stay 

In the life I live here under

The earth and the soil

under my feet

The life I live here under

A land lover's life 

is better for me

The life I live here under!

©Ginger Galloway 2013

daY TWo

DAY TWO --- A "lie" poem

You said that you would but you lie

You said that you wouldn't but you lie

You said that you did but you lie

You said that you don't but you lie

You said that we could but you lie

You promised me but you lie

You said it with your mouth but you lie

You lie You lie You lie!

So this is gonna have to be good bye

I lie.

Copyright Ginger Galloway 2013

DAy oNe

(Using the first line of another poem..."Kidnap Poem" by Nikki Giovanni)

Ever been kidnapped

Right out of your own mind?

Taken from what you think you know

Into something that is so unfamiliar

That you forget who you are?

And you find yourself thinking

Somebody else's thoughts?

Ever been kidnapped

And tried to go back to that place

That was familiar to you?

Comfortable to you?

Fighting the kidnapper with all that you have

Just to find that there is no one there?

No one holding you captive?

Have you ever been

kidnapped?

Copyright Ginger M. Galloway 2013

NaPoWriMo

We are taking up the National Poetry Writing Month challenge.  www.napowrimo.net.
Yea Ha!!!!