Tag Archives: #NaPoWriMo

How to Weave a Tapestry

Posted on by

Paint a picture in your heart.
Someone else’s will not do.
Choose the colors and designs
That are meaningful to you.

Warp your loom to measure threads.
Keep the tension all the same.
Round and round you wind the yarn,
Making up your picture frame.

Over, under, over, under,
Filling in the detail sure,
Back and forth across the warp,
Goes weft that makes designing soar.

Separate threads now interlacing,
Shuttles transport yarn beyond;
Tapestry is taking shape,
And life is every weaver’s song.

—
The NaPoWriMo.net prompt for today was to write a didactic (instructional) poem teaching a practical skill. I couldn’t shake the weaving idea, so this is my contribution for day 19 of
NaPoWriMo.

Never … Until Then

Posted on by

“Well, I never!”
I heard that as a kid
And vowed I’d never say it!
But sure enough, I did.

“Never say never,”
Another favorite line.
My mother doesn’t know it,
But that one’s also mine.

Of course, “You’ll spoil your dinner!”
Was Nana’s claim to fame.
And if you ask my son,
He’ll say he’s heard the same.

“Don’t bite the hand that feeds you!”
I haven’t said the phrase.
But well I know the warning
And keep myself at bay.

These childhood expressions
I never hear today
Are in my mind and fiber
To guide me on my way.

The simplest of sayings
That we remember most,
Because of those who said them,
We always keep them close.

—
I wasn’t going to use today’s NaPoWriMo prompt on childhood phrases, manners of speech, etc. But when I started writing, it worked, and turned out to be a touching piece for
NaPoWriMo.

METAPHYSICAL

Posted on by

Manifesting all we see,
Eternal Love creates;
Transforming what we do not need, by
Agency of Grace.
Prosperity is ours, because the
Highest Good is real. And
Yesterday has come and gone to help us
Sense and heal. Our
Intuition is the voice of
Consciousness and Truth, the
All-in-all within us all that
Lives, sustains, renews!

—
Today’s prompt for
NaPoWriMo
was to incorporate 10 terms from any kind of dictionary into a poem. This is an Acrostic for (the word) Metaphysical and contains Metaphysical Dictionary terms – just not 10 of them.

What I Fear

Posted on by

I fear my feelings, great and small
That pile up and roll and balls,
Compress themselves so dense and deep,
To build their house on top of me!

They decorate my mind and heart
With everything that’s cold and dark.
They take my thoughts and feelings good,
And burn them up like coal and wood.

I fear the way that I would be
If they should get the best of me!
And so I turn to God above,
Within me now, for strength and love!

I may not always feel His peace,
But I know God will never cease.
He calms the storm and every fear
And makes these feelings disappear.

God washes out their house of sand,
For I am in His guiding hand.
He shows me where to build my place:
Upon His rock of truth and faith.

—
This poem was very loosely based on today’s NaPoWriMo prompt. The prompt was an Almanac Questionaire, and one category was “What I fear.” Also based on the New Testament parable of the wise builder and the foolish builder.

Click here for more from NaPoWriMo!

Mirror of More

Posted on by

In the mirror I see
What I think is all me.
But illusion is there
In these eyes and this hair.
I am much more to know
Than the outside can show!
When I look and I find,
Deep within my own mind,
All the Presence of Good!
And how I wish I could
Bring reflections so sweet
To the mirror and me!
And when I go within,
This is what I begin:
To depict for the world
Spirit’s image unfurled!
Not for praise of my own,
But so others come home
To the One, true and pure,
And the Mirror of More!

—
Today’s prompt at napowrimo.net is to write a poem with doubles, in the form or in imagery. This is my humble, heartfelt submission for
NaPoWriMo.

Think

Posted on by

I can’t think today.
Or maybe the problem is that I can think,
Just not in the way I’m expected to!
Yes, that’s it!
So I can think after all.
But is it a blessing or
– I don’t believe in curses, do I?
Now there’s a thought for another think!

—
Today’s prompt was to write a san san, an 8-line poem that is beautiful because it repeats 3 images. I wanted to, but couldn’t wrap my head around it! No excuses, just wasn’t happening. So we have this, an 8-line poem, maybe not of great beauty, but of some truth and humor! Add this to my other
NaPoWriMo pieces. 🙂

Fortune Cookies

Posted on by

Oh so carefully
I broke in two
And removed the slip of paper
From each one of
13 cookies
Only to read and discard the paper
Because the fortune was bad.
13
13
13
I won’t write it 10 more times
You probably know how to count
Unfortunately, I feel disappointed
Bereft
Betrayed.
But wait!
Cookies are cookies
And Miss Fortune takes her turn at life
As much as anyone else
With ups and downs
And ins and outs
And sideways and up-side-down
So who am I to judge?
Fortune may be fickle
But cookies?
Let’s just say
I wouldn’t have made it to 13
If I didn’t like them!
So on second thought
Maybe the fortune
Is not too bad!

From today’s prompt for
NaPoWriMo.

I Know

Posted on by

I know the Spirit is within me.
I know I live beyond this lifetime.
I know the Truth sets me free.
I know that God is all there is.
I know separation is illusion.
I know that Love is real.
I know that for all I know,
I know nothing,
And unless I examine my life
And improve from within,
I know that life is not worth living!

—
This one is unprompted, for
NaPoWriMo,
with 18 days left!

Inspired by:
“For all I know, I know nothing if I cannot demonstrate a better life.”
–Dr. Paul Leon Masters

For confidential spiritual support from this foundation,
click here.

Cup of Coffee

Posted on by

A chip in the handle
Reminds me it’s mine
Hot coffee that burbles
To fill the inside

The cup is a big one
To counter the sleep
Or lack thereof
That I just received

And caffeine is given
So freely it seems
Bears dance in the picture
A circus of dreams

I cling to the handle
Embracing my hand
And wonder what wonders
Are mine to command

But holding the cup
Is all I can stand.

From day 10 prompt at
napowrimo.net,
a poem describing a place or object, with a last line – or 2 in this case – seemingly unrelated to the rest of the poem.

The rest of my NaPoWriMo work is
here.

Thanks for reading!

The Strongest Ties

Posted on by

Even the strongest ties
Can be cut,
Torn,
Or simply untied

The heaviest shackles
Broken,
Unlinked,
Unlocked and released

The deepest despair
Is lifted,
Shifted,
Lightened and brightened

Not by force and fear,
But by faith and freedom;
Not by will and work,
But by wisdom and worth

By action following inspiration
And inspiration flowing from
Inner strength

The still, small voice is speaking
And you can’t hear it through the rattling shackles
Or feel it through the binding ties

But you can know it,
Follow it inward
Despite them

And one day as if by magic,
You are fresh and free,
Unshackled and unbound

As you have been
From the beginning:
But now you know!

Unprompted, this is day 10 of
NaPoWriMo!

Thank you to all those who have read, liked, followed, retweeted, and just plain been supportive of the commitment that so many poets have made this month!