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When a November sky is kind,
a maple tree is brilliant,
spreading its red royally,
like a regal bird preening.
But when that side smile
of blue sky turns cold,
a resentful shade of grey,
the leaves mimic an angry stop light
and remind you
of old blood on a dishrag
that you didn’t wash
until the stain had set
so you threw the cloth
into the trash
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Another photo from Tuesday gave me this poem, which I just wrote after returning from a Holistic Moms meeting. Trust me, I did not want to write when I got home. I just wanted to go to sleep.
So I’m thankful I had a photo — one I didn’t use yesterday — to prompt me as I drove home.
And I’m glad I had a commitment to myself so that I’d actually write!
15 days down, 15 to go!
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After casting aside my poetry hat for far too long, my NaBloPoMo plan is to write a poem — and to take and post a photo — every day in November, spending less than half an hour on both. The hope is to drill down, to focus, to look for and create beauty.
Previous Posts:
Day 1: Eleven One
Day 2: Shoreline
Day 3: Damage
Day 4: On Parenting and Sunrises
Day 5: When will we?
Day 6: Voting Line
Day 7: What I want my children to learn from me
Day 8: Haiku
Day 9: Reminders
Day 10: Routine
Day 11: Lux Esto, in moderation
Day 12: Family Photo Shoot at (nearly) 4o
Day 13: Siblings
Day 14: Point of View
When a November sky is kind,
a maple tree is brilliant,
spreading its red royally,
like a regal bird preening.
But when that side smile
of blue sky turns cold,
a resentful shade of grey,
the leaves mimic an angry stop light
and remind you
of old blood on a dishrag
that you didn’t wash
until the stain had set
so you threw the cloth
into the trash
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