Napalm’s Swans

I’m moved and delighted that, once more, my poem fit the NaPoWriMo prompt: “…for our daily prompt…I’d like to challenge you today to write a poem about an animal.”

Today’s prompt: daffodil, swan, napalm

Do daffodils bloom

Where hell’s horror napalm burned

Children, souls now swans

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No Connection

Twittering Tales #132 – 16 April 2019

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The dream recurred

Over and over, in which

I tried to call my mom but

Could never get through;

Problems with the line or

I had the number wrong;

She didn’t answer or

Couldn’t hear me.

Decades later I realized

The dream was telling me

She and I would never

Connect…it wasn’t

About the phone.

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Dreams On Pyre

Twittering Tales #131 – 9 April 2019

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Though it was raining

The evening I left, the

Plane looked to be in

Flames…I died tortured

Death of heart in

Shattered shards

Dreams laid out on pyre.

Not even a mile from

Beach, I should have walked

Into the waves slow deep…

No one would have noticed

Till steam rose like lava, below.

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Grief’s Storm

What do you See? April 2, 2019

Grief startles, rips through

Soul as lightning rends midnight

Strikes match to tinder

Searing deep marrow

Loss is thunder echoing

Heart shudders, weeps ash…

Oblivious world turns, turns

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Labyrinthine Mosaic

File:Paphos Haus des Dionysos – Geometrisches Mosaik 2 Labyrinth.jpg CC BY-SA 3.0


Life’s labyrinthine steps


Mysterious tiles luring, leading


Journey…love, laughter, loss, triumphs…

Following voice within—God, Muse, Teacher—onward to Destiny.

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The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.

Locusts of the Mind

Not satisfied to have devoured and left

The Past a devastation, gnawing locusts

Swarm recent season…their whirring become

A buzz saw in the brain…joining with echo

Of 2018’s dominoes crashed into each other

One by one, leaving soul crushed, cut

Bruised and bereft…faith shredded.

Yet I soldier on, sword and shield of

Wielded words…and sack of new seed

To plant barren ground for hopeful harvest*.

*Joel 2:25, “Then I will make up to you for the years That the swarming locust has eaten, The creeping locust, the stripping locust and the gnawing locust”

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