napowrimo poem 3: a charm for time travel

prompt: write a charm – a simple rhyming poem, in the style of a recipe-slash-nursery rhyme

poem:

    a charm for time travel

one sharp tooth’s bite
two breaths of nirvana
three moments after the fright
four flora, five fauna

six hush hush nows
seven roses, declawed
eight pinches of desperate vows
nine wishbones, gnawed

ten recently banished fears
eleven slivers of coming joy
twelve minutes that feel like years
no artifice, no ploy

place all this upon your tongue
and close up your perfect lips
when you swallow, you’ll be young
time is a found record that skips

napowrimo, poem 2 (myths)

prompt: write of a myth. consider this list of legendary creatures from japan.
Amaterasu – A sun goddess.
Datsue-ba – An old woman seated in the underworld who steals clothes from the souls of the dead.

wrote a sort of love song duet between these two mythological creatures in haiku form.

poem 2:

i want you naked
i want nothing between us
i will feed you light

you must come naked
there is no hiding now love
i’ll keep your memories

it’s a lonely call
no one can touch you out here
for all my beaming

it’s a lonely path
tho you are one of millions
there will be small warmth

let me burn you up
let me mark your neck of songs
light your thighs open

let me show you down
there are wonders in darkness
kiss these knowing lips

napowrimo challenge – 30 poems, starting now

this morning sheila stowell posted about napowrimo on the facebook. i had never heard of it before – a month long challenge to write thirty poems in thirty days. they provide prompts or you can self-prompt.

glorious.

this blog began a long long time ago with a personal challenge to write 300 words i felt comfortable publishing each day, and has been a solace and growth space for me for over ten years. i am going to do napowrimo and it feels right to publish as much as i can of the poems here. i will still probably publish other stuff too, but this feels right on time.

prompt:

the eagle doesn’t cry. he is too fixed
on majesty to feel bad about gravity’s load.

(from macho man’s last elbow drop, w. todd kaneko)

poem 1:

find a dropped feather
place it on your altar
but i am not more sacred
not more clean, more perfect
just the part of you that has to fly

i take my meditation
on the up draft, in the patterns
small & fierce & naked
in all motion unprotected
i cast my shadow down & watch it grow

drop the found feather
hidden in your prayers
don’t say my name to god
she’ll laugh in mirrors
push you from ledges

i gasp up the wind
its all of the same miracle!
& this knot of pounding wonder
must offer over & again over
to love even the darkness without weeping