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Saturday, April 27, 2013

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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Tuesday, April 16, 2013

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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Tuesday, April 9, 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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