Horse Talk – NaPoWriMo 2017, Day eighteen – prompt: neoglogism/s

Alert Ponies outside the city library. Ears raised like this indicate their alertness.

Horse Talk,

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The voice raises and lowers;

depends on you

if you are attempting

to sound like a horse.

.

Hyyyrrrmmm, the sound

of a horse.  Therefore,

this is becoming a hymn

to a horse.

.

Hyyyrrrmmm! I am here

and I am happy to see you;

his head raised. Can you

read the language of ponies?

.

All horse snorts, sighs, and grunts

meanings to both horse and human.

.

But of course, they communicate

in many ways useful to such beautiful

creatures; hyyyrrrmmm.

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They exude boredom by showing

one ear pointing forward and

the other pointing back.

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All horse snorts, sighs, and grunts

meanings to both horse and human.

.

Watch those ears if they are stiff

and pointing forward. This indicates

your pony is alert. Not, in these moments,

his singsingsing hyyyrrrmmm.

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All horse snorts, sighs, and grunts

meanngs to both horse and human.

.

Now, should his ears lie flat to his skull,

he is transmitting his profound displeasure.

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Hyyyrrrmmm; his very best horse voice,

his stylish means of report. I am here,

I am a horse and I’m happy to see you.

Hyyyrrrmmm.

 

Benita H. Kape © 18.4.2017

And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, I challenge you to write a poem that incorporates neologisms. What’s that? Well, it’s a made-up word!

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Forestalling, a Nocturnal – NaPoWriMo 2017 – Day seventeen – prompt: a nocturnal poem

Forestalling:  a Nocturnal

 

Celebrating the things of the night.

The expanse of stars across an ocean.

The moon in its many phases.

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Moon friend beneath the trees

A wise old face is winking at me.

Winking forever in sunlight and dawn.

Celebrating the things of the night.

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I kiss your cheek and a star appears.

The cat comes by to nuzzle

before an evening of prowling.

Returning to sharpen her claws on the

nearby tree trunk.     And, to camel her

own celebration of night before resting.

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I do not see all that goes on in the garden

at night.

I am saying my prayers celebrating

the things of the night.

I am inching my way to the forestalling

of eternal night.

Scatter my ashes at the foot of my moon friend.

24/7, he’ll wink at you.

We will be celebrating the things of the night.

The kiss of a star on his cheek.

Benita H. Kape © 17.4.2017

 

camel  found from  “Of Jeoffry, His Cat” by Christopher Smart

And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, I challenge you to write a nocturne. In music, a nocturne is a composition meant to be played at night, usually for piano, and with a tender and melancholy sort of sound. Your nocturne should aim to translate this sensibility into poetic form! Need more inspiration? Why not listen to one of history’s most famous nocturnes, Chopin’s Op. 9 No. 2?