Thursday, April 17, 2014

NaPoWriMo 17: Crisp Hay

The crisp hay,
Strong scent wafts,
To my nose,
Fresh and sharp.
It brings up memories,
Of good times,
Full of horses,
In their gentle spirits.
Reviving thoughts,
Its crisp smell,
Seeps into my mind,
Makes me happy.

Horses and hay.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

NaPoWriMo 16: These Aren't Lies

I have a creased and wrinkled face.
And long-lashed silver eyes that blink from beneath heavy lids.
Sculpted hands and sculpted nose complete my bent figure.
My mouth is twisted into a grim sneer.
Legs, once agile, are now atrophied and speckled.
Sparse, grey hair frames my dotted face.
Feet with gnarled toes peek out of my shoes.
Laughter is rarely upon my tongue.
My heart is cold as stone.
The mouth that once spoke, is silent.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

NaPoWriMo 15: Free at Last

In her frantic and flustered haste,
She left the door swinging wide,
And across the road, she raced.

Though I was intricately tied,
I nibbled and nudged my bothersome rope,
And escaped my confines with relaxed stride.

I cantered off with good hope,
And visited with the others,
Before trotting on up the slope.

Free at last, free at last,
Thank God almighty, I'm free at last.

Monday, April 14, 2014

NaPoWriMo 14: Have you...?

Have you seen the furry rabbits,
as they frolic, hop and play?
Have you heard the galloping horses,
when they buck and rear and neigh?
Have you felt the water ripple,
as the fish flash by?
Have you spotted the singing bluebirds,
flying gracefully through the sky?

Spring has arrived.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

NaPoWriMo 13: Showers & Flowers

Drip, drop.
April showers,
Bring May flowers.
Or so everyone says.
'Cause sometimes April showers,
Can drown the budding flowers,
With their vicious winds,
And fat drops.
And the flowers droop,
Under their own weight.
Drip, drop.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

NaPoWriMo 12: Mercy

Mercy is widely cultivated, though rarely harvested.
It has been grown for thousands of years.
Mercy itself is diverse, even historical.
It cannot be captured or contained.
Though it is an important ingredient of love.
Mercy prevents cruelty.
It has been proven time and time again.
In its organic form, it is pure.


NaPoWriMo 11: Photographs

The picture is taken.
Printed with care and delivered.
The package is opened, revealing a small stack.
Framed and hung, the photographs recall memories.
The grandchildren.
Their wedding.
Her first steps.
His last birthday.
The memories are frozen.
Time is paused.
Never forgotten.