Day 30-A Means to an End Reversed-NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015

A Means to an End Reversed

Little words with wings
used to fly from my pen,
perching, oh so nicely, upon the paper.
Their congregation spelling out poems
of nature, of magic.
I nurtured them.
They grew into bigger words
that spoke of love,
of time well spent,
joy in the process.
I fed them pages of synonyms,
watered with rhyme and meter.
I sent them into the world
where some were cherished,
while others returned beaks
filled with worms of pink.
They were my chicks, my hatchlings.
I loved them all,
until a single-minded tom appeared,
purring with affection,
kitty-kissing his way
into my heart, my life.
His love grew more insistent,
his needs into demands.
The feeding of the chick-lets
fell to hastily stolen time.
His purpose soon consumed me,
his notions were set in stone.
My words began to falter,
to starve from my neglect.
I hid them from his jealousy,
fearing his disdain.
It became more difficult to see them,
their wings no longer flew.
In despair and desperation,
I put away the pen,
used the paper for list making.
I locked my words into a cage,
vowed away the key.
Sometimes, in the dark of dreams,
I heard their weakened chirps.
But, I told my gods I would not look
if I were granted peace.
Illusion lived for many years
masking broken heartedness.
With age, came the wisdom
that I had practiced folly.
I tried to undo my foolish oath.
I chanted and I magicked.
I hung with wordy folks,
afraid that they would see
 that it was truly I
that had caged my lovely flock.
I sharpened many quills,
lay out reams of paper,
blew dust from Webster and Thesaurus.
Still no winged words appeared.
By happenstance, I met a friend,
a wild-haired Shaman woman.
She healed with words,
she pushed with wit.
Her stories fed my Soul.
She issued me a challenge
to write for 30 days,
no shame, no guilt, no pressure,
just my words, my light, my pain.
How frightening, how enlightening?
I was offered freedom with her grin.
I found the key to unlock the words,
their cage is thrown away.
I have let them wing around,
silly, sad, prosed, and rhymed,
fed with support and words of encouragement.
I see them perch upon the page once more,
my heart begs me to promise
to keep them strong, to feed them right,
to let them soar once more
for all the world to see...
or not.
It doesn't matter
as long as they are written.

This last piece written on the last day is dedicated to Magaly, to my wonderful Word Sisters that have shared their pieces with me and the world, and to the readers who came by and took a look.
To see more of our last day:http://magalyguerrero.com/poetry-gone-wild/

Day 29-Scraping Off the Rust-NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015

Scraping Off the Rust

Scraping off the rust

one word at a time.

Flexing writer muscle

with each silly rhyme.

Pouring out my heart

to kindred readers,

prompted all the way

by our fearless leader.

Going to take the time

each and every day

to explore my Soul

in a writerly way!

Thank you, Magaly!

Thank you, Sisters of the Word!

Thank you, lovely Readers!

Today's prompt was to write 3 stanzas what I wish to accomplish with the poems I wrote this month or poetry written in general.

More stanzas with this prompt:http://magalyguerrero.com/this-poem-has-a-mission/

What started it:http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/

Day 28-Red Shirt and Khakis Forever-NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015

Today's prompt was to find a a favorite Terry Pratchett quote and turn it into a poem. I don't know if this is my favorite, but it stuck with me all day yesterday.

"Only in our dreams are we free.The rest of the time we need wages."~~Terry Pratchett

Red Shirt and Khakis Forever

The name tag on her red shirt
spelled Suzie,
but that was going to be changed
one day.
Cute and perky, she thought of herself
as a modern-day
Sandra Dee or Debbie Reynolds.
Her mother was an old movie buff.
Suzie had grown up on "Tammy",
"Gidget", "Singing in the Rain".
Everybody said she "had it"
that special something
that made her stand out
from the other high-schoolers
on the stage.
Her voice was really good.
People said she made them cry
in "Flowers for Algernon".
Money for the University
was not something she had.
Her grades were good.
The counselor said there were funds
for scholarships and grants.
But, her folks said that was charity.
They didn't take charity.
That was alright, though.
She had a job at the local Target.
She was saving money
to take some classes
at the junior college
in the next town over.

For more poetry with Terry Pratchett quotes, go here:http://magalyguerrero.com/in-the-beginning-there-was-nothing-which-exploded/
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Day 24-Final Illusion-NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015

"She Was Her Own Illusion"
by
Katherine Jeanne Wood

Final Illusion

She wore faces

like other people wore hats.

There was one for every occasion,

for every person in her life.

Weaving her big illusion

began at the tender age of twelve.

Many houses had been called home,

child made friends left,

familial roots torn up.

When the biggest move came,

she decided to re-invent herself.

No one knew her

in this cold new place.

She could become anyone.

It was hard work, at first,

abandoning the girl she was.

But, each change became more fluid.

Realizing that life slid by with less conflict,

she became what each person expected.

Her faces rode in an invisible purse

she kept close by her side.

One never knew who one would run into.

Her illusion was woven with intelligence

and forethought to survival.

It became magic unto itself.

It manifested with such ease and comfort

that she began to lose herself.

Even the mirror was no longer enough

to call her back.

Today's prompt was to base a poem on a favorite artist's work.
Brilliant artwork link:https://www.etsy.com/listing/70369023/digital-print-wall-art-prints-girl-woman?ref=shop_home_active_15
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More art related poetry:http://magalyguerrero.com/art-speaks-to-art/

Day 15--Experiment--NaPoWriMo with Magaly Gerrero 2015

The prompt: Write a poem about the place you lived when you were 15
I had great difficulty with this, which surprised me. I have been hashing it out all day. It has caused be to look back on a lot of things and see some of them differently. We had moved to another state 3 years earlier that was like being on another planet from the state of Texas. We were hundreds of miles away from family and friends. It was like I had been cast away on a foreign shore.

Experiment

A re-invention

nearly three years earlier.

Data incomplete.

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