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NaPoWriMo2021 Day 12

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Today I’m using the Writer’s Digest prompt: Write a poem using at least three of the following six words: convict, great, play, race, season, and voice.

Watching the children play in every season

Summer in Arizona means we can’t stay outside 
for long (too hot!) unless we’re wet. A few hours a day 
we play in the pool. I swim a lap, then sit in the shade to watch
games of Marco Polo or diving for rings. My children’s
happy voices are music to my ears.

Fall’s temperatures gradually cool until the pool
no longer sings its siren song. Off to the park to play,
to swing, to climb monkey bars, to run races.

Only an Arizonan understands
the need to wear a down jacket when the winter temperature
hits a frosty 50 degrees. Can we go somewhere there’s snow?
No. Mama doesn’t remember how to drive on icy roads.
I’ll watch you ride your bikes ‘round the cul de sac instead.

Spring is short in the desert. The blooming orange trees and wildflowers
remind us that blazing heat will return soon. Now is the time for baseball. 
It’s great when we win! Juice boxes and chips after the game.

©ARHuelsenbeck 2021

NaPoWriMo2021 Day Ten

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Today’s prompt is Junk Drawer Song. The song I chose is Hey, That’s No Way to Say Goodbye, sung here by Judy Collins and Leonard Cohen in 1976. You might as well play it in the background while you’re reading.

custody battle


no love for us this morning
I found a hair on your pillow and
it wasn’t mine

I went off to the city
you vanished into the forest
distance our common goal

I took the wrench
you took the screws
who took the sharpie

you didn’t say goodbye
neither did I
will we ever greet one another again

do you remember
when we walked together
and our feet always landed at the same time

I took the matches
you took the electrical tape
I lost the scissors

our lives ran parallel
like the shoreline and the sea
then you ran off at a tangent

my eyes were hard as flint
your eyes were soft with sorrow
we weren’t the first disparate souls to fall in love

you took the string
I paid for that screwdriver
whatever happened to the 9-volt batteries

©ARHuelsenbeck 2021

NaPoWriMo Day Nine

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I used Writers Digest’s prompt today: write a persona poem for an inanimate object. A persona poem is when you write a poem in the voice of someone (or in this case something) else.

Wedding cake
The Wedding Cake Knife

I was your honored servant the day you were wed
I was so handsome; you loved me so
your soft young hand encircled my silver handle carved with lilies
your husband’s hand guided yours
my blade quickly excised the first slice of cake at your reception
oh, how the crowd applauded
it was my proudest moment

thereafter, I was always included in your family celebrations
and when people remarked on my beauty
you explained I was the very knife that cut your wedding cake
I sparkled with pride; I glowed with the memory
I performed my task with excellence

over the years, I felt myself growing weaker
yet you loved me just the same
you continued to require my presence 
whenever there was cake to serve
and it was my pleasure to comply

when your fifth child became a teenager
she asked you for an ice cream cake for her party
and you did not deny her
I tried to execute my duty
but the frozen confection was beyond my ability
I strained with the effort, aware this would be my final assignment
but I failed

my blade separated from my handle
and the party guests laughed with glee
I was ashamed

but you said, “This was a wedding gift;
it was the knife I used to cut our wedding cake.
I love this knife.”
the girls’ laughter hushed
they heard the affection and the grief in your voice
and they mourned with you

as you cast me aside
no longer the prized possession
I took comfort in knowing 
I had served you well
and my service was acknowledged and valued

©ARHuelsenbeck 2021

NaPoWriMo2021 Day Seven

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NaPoWriMo2021 Day Seven

Today’s prompt is to write a poem in either the shadorma or Fib form. I chose the Fib.

The Fibonacci sequence is a series of numbers which advances as the sum of the previous two numbers, starting with 0, and 1.

The Fibonacci Sequence: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55…

The Fib poem is a six-line form. Its syllable count is based off the Fibonacci sequence of 1/1/2/3/5/8. Once I understood this form, I knew my subject had to be my middle daughter, who teaches high school math and has a Fibonacci spiral tattooed on her shoulder.

Erin


you
are
sunshine
a leader
mathemagician
you amaze me with your knowledge

you
are
brilliant
artistic
and scientific
limitless, multifaceted

you
are
moral
principled
and compassionate
you advocate for your students

you
are
a joy
amazing
my precious daughter
I love you with my heart and soul

NaPoWriMo Day Six

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Today’s prompt is Go to a book you love. Find a short line that strikes you. Make that line the title of your poem. Write a poem inspired by the line. Then, after you’ve finished, change the title completely.

The line I selected is:

The sun hovered near the horizon in a final kiss before sinking ever lower. ~ from End of the Road by Karen Michelle Nut.

The Final Kiss

a busy but uneventful day ends
a fatigued me watches the sparse clouds turn golden and pink and red
against the violet sky

as the sun sinks lower
a sliver of moon appears
Venus (or is it an airplane) shines like a beacon

a swarm of stars like fireflies
twinkle across the fading purple of the heavens
and the corona lingers against the horizon 
delivering a good-night kiss
before sliding out of sight

©ARHuelsenbeck

Monday Morning Wisdom #187

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Monday Morning Wisdom #187
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning,
We will remember them.

~ Laurence Binyon, from "For the Fallen," 1914

OctPoWriMo Day 31

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My goal for OctPoWriMo this year was 16 poems, one on every odd-numbered day. I’m happy to say I only missed one, for a total of 15 poems.

Today’s prompt is light, dark, and shadow. The form is a new one for me, parallelogram de crystalline.

Embrace the light
  
 darkness reigns
 unworthiness shames me
 I hide among the shadows cold
  
 ostracized
 my only protection 
 is silent invisibility
  
 spark ignites
 hope and love surprise me
 writing me a new biography
  
 I step forth
 boldness overcomes fear
 I embrace the light, defeating dark 

©ARHuelsenbeck

OctPoWriMo Day 25

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The prompt is breaking the rules.

experimenting with anarchy
 
stretching the limits
breaking all the rules
transitioning into chaos
disdaining order
defying respectability
 
today I will not brush my teeth
I will exceed the speed limit
and not come to a complete stop at the stop sign
nor engage my parking brake
I will leave off the period at the end of my sentence
and not capitalize arizona
I will skip my vegetables
and eat dessert first
 
my rebellion has a time limit
disobedience makes me anxious
back to normal tomorrow

©ARHuelsenbeck

OctPoWriMo Day 23

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The prompt is gratitude.

face mask; Covid-19
In All Circumstances
 
Give thanks in all circumstances;
for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus (1 Thessalonians 5:18 NIV).
 
All right, God. Because You say so.
Thanks a lot for this scourge that has killed hundreds of thousands 
of people worldwide.
 
I can sincerely thank You for the people 
who call their elderly neighbors and say
“Is there anything you need?”
I thank You also for the doctors and nurses and orderlies
who work long hours caring for the sick.
For the grocery clerks who stock the shelves
and who gather customer’s orders.
For the people who conscientiously wash their hands
and wear their masks.
 
For the people who lost their jobs
and don’t know where their next meal will come from.
For the people who don’t know how they will pay their rent.
For the children who can’t go to school.
 
Thank You also for the people who died alone,
whose loved ones wanted to be there to comfort them,
but weren’t allowed.
You see my tears and You know I am devastated for them
and angry at You for letting this happen.
 
But I know there are also blessings that I can’t see.
So I thank You for Your invisible movement through this valley.
I thank You that out of pain and death
You can make life and beauty,
even if I can’t see it now.
 
It hurts.
But I trust You.
And I thank You.
Even though I don’t know why.

©ARHuelsenbeck

OctPoWriMo Day 15

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Today’s prompt is change of perspective. My poem is going to seem “out there” if you don’t read the suggested process.

colorful hair
My Hair’s Covid Dreams
 
My hair is tired of stay-at-home orders.
Tired of being held back by the ties of my face mask.
My hair wants to be blowing free at the beach
basking in the sun.
My hair wants to hang in my plate in a restaurant.
My hair wants to fling around as I dance in public.
 
My hair can’t remember the last time it was cut.
It seems such a waste to wash it and comb it.
Who sees it? Just a couple of people on Zoom.
 
My hair is tired of ponytail elastics.
It’s craving hair jewelry bling.
It’s demanding retail therapy—and not the online kind.
It wants to be dyed—not some inobtrusive color, 
but something sparkly and bold, 
something that will make people take notice.
 
My hair wants a selfie on social media.
My hair want to go viral, and not in a pandemic sort of way.

©ARHuelsenbeck