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Creative Juice #298

Creative Juice #298

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NaPoWriMo Day 29


Today’s prompt is to write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth, as well as a “curse” you’ve lived with.


I was blessed with dark, dark eyes
and shining hair
and long, thick lashes 
and rosebud lips

a princess
with a sippy cup stating my rank
my palace a modest cinder block home

I had the run of the neighborhood
planning parades whenever I wanted one
charging the neighbors a penny apiece to watch me walk by

it was an idyllic childhood
except for one thing:
it was my great misfortune
to be born into the Rannertshauser family
what a curse to have to pronounce my name over and over on the first day of school without any hope of teachers or classmates remembering how to say it
what a curse to have to spell it over and over again r-a-n-n-e-r-t-s-h-a-u-s-e-r until a prince with a shorter surname rescued me

by ARHuelsenbeck

NaPoWriMo Day 27


Today’s prompt is to write a duplex.

Holding hands in the coffee shop
Photo by Brodie Vissers via StockSnap
Holding Hands in Starbucks

my mother doesn’t approve of public displays of affection
we each have one hand free to hold our lattes

holding my latte in my free hand
i take a sip, letting my eyes communicate the longing in my heart

his eyes reveal his opposition to my proposal
he is uneager to curtail his freedom

while i eagerly offer to trade my autonomy
for the new role I desire

the new role has benefits for both of us
our love will expand to encompass it

his love expands to grant my wish of maternity
my tears of joy express my gratitude

he accurately reads my tears and squeezes my hand
my mother doesn’t approve of public displays of affection

by ARHuelsenbeck

NaPoWriMo Day 26


Today’s prompt is to write an epic simile.

The Kiss

it flowed like a river
increasing in intensity
making my heart lurch
like a raft in the midst of rapids
momentarily suspended
only to descend to the depths
and finally to ebb
into gentle buoyancy

like a magnet
his lips drew me in
and I could not escape
his powerful attraction
pulling me away
from every distraction
centering my attention
like a telescope

time elapsed so leisurely
like the passage of a shadow
across a sundial face
yet it felt like no time at all
and ended too soon
what I’d waited for all my life
over in an instant

oh, may we repeat it
every day
every hour
every minute
like a healing habit
a holy blessing

by ARHuelsenbeck

NaPoWriMo Day 25


Today’s prompt is to write a poem that recounts a dream or vision, and in which a woman appears who represents or reflects the area in which you live.

Daemon of the Desert

I disobeyed the first rule of hiking in the desert 
which is turn back when your water is half gone
I hadn’t yet found the petroglyphs I wanted to photograph
and so I continued until my bottles were dry
thinking I still had one more in my backpack

I was wrong

I headed back toward the trailhead
but it was warmer now
no other hikers on the trail
no shade at high noon
my tongue dry
my lips cracked and sore
my arms red with sunburn

I sit on the ground too tired to take another step
and then I can’t remember—which way is out

and then I see her shimmering in the sunlight
dressed in white voile that flutters in the scalding breeze
an aura radiates from her
maybe she knows the way out
maybe she has water

I try to stand, but I can’t
I try to call to her, but no sound escapes my lips
and so I crawl
the rocks cut my hands and knees
she’s so far away
I try but I can’t reach her
and then 


I wake as she presses a prickly stem against my lips
a jelly-like substance squirts into my mouth
it tastes bitter but soothes my parched tongue
she breaks the stem and squirts again and again
until I can finally whisper thank you

she rubs the gel onto my face
and my skin feels cool
then she helps me to my feet

we’re standing on a hill
she points and I can see my car
not so far away
joy fills my heart
I turn back toward her—

but I am 



NaPoWriMo Day 24


Today’s prompt is to write a poem in which you describe something with a hard-boiled simile.

Poky Pest

I must be tasty
judging by the mosquito 
penetrating my arm
like a jackhammer

leaving me itchy
as a flea-infested mongrel

buzzing past my ear
whining like 
a World War I biplane

I want to smash you to oblivion
like a wrestler in stretchy pants
piledriving an opponent

you’re fragile as gossamer
yet you purvey misery
like a miser


NaPoWriMo Day 15


Today’s prompt is to write a poem about something you have absolutely no interest in.


Caitlyn used to be Bruce
Kris is the mom (or is it Kim)
the rest of the daughters in alphabetical order are
one of them was married to Kanye
but not anymore
that’s all I know
not that I care


NaPoWriMo Day 14


Today’s prompt is to write a poem in the form of the opening scene to the movie of your life.



PIANO GIRL is seated at an upright piano
playing a monotonous finger exercise
not very well.
She makes a mistake, 
and starts again.
Soon she makes another mistake
and pounds keys in frustration.



Piano Girl groans again,
starts her exercise again,
soon makes another mistake.


		I hate this!

Piano Girl starts the exercise again,
soon makes another mistake.


		How much longer?


		Five more minutes.

Piano Girl groans,
starts the exercise again,
makes another mistake.



Poet’s note: In a perfect world (definitely not WordPress world), the above poem would show up in the American Typewriter prompt and formatted like a screenplay. The WordPress verse block will not duplicate my formatting, and I don’t have the coding savvy to correct it.

NaPoWriMo Day 11


Today’s prompt is to write a poem about a very large thing.

elephant by geran-de-klerk-FhbyES4BjG8-unsplash

your large eyes
reveal wisdom and warning
windows to your soul

your grand ears
flapping, undulating

your trunk
not merely an extended nose
but also a hand
reaching, grasping

your powerful feet
wield pounding pressure
making you the most dangerous animal in the zoo

your might has been harnessed
to transport lumber 
as you lumber through the forest

you labor
faithful servant
accepting affection
but your wise eyes grow petulant
from unending demands
until you finally
crush your oppressor 
beneath your log-shaped legs


NaPoWriMo Day 9

Head smack

I visited a friend’s blog today and discovered her post was a poem for NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month). Rats! I participate every year, and here it is Day 9 and I forgot! Luckily, you can jump in at any time (you can too). Today’s prompt is nonet.


National Poetry Month
poets unite in creating,
celebrating poetry
annual observance
a poem a day
love it so