Double trouble – Day 26.4.2018

 

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My Senses; My Dreams

 

My dreams are the expression

of things I have experienced

nothing is new; often recent.

What remains or is renewed

again and again; is what I have

seen and loved.

 

Like the ocean visited yesterday.

I see waves gentle to my toes. Here

in my dream I smell the ocean;

I smell small fish and large

and the seaweed which has

its own happy spot down

the coast. I go there sometimes

to gather it, take it home for

the garden. I sense its richness

as I touch its slimy goodness.

I taste where my next meal

is coming from. This time

the land, the garden I spoke of.

Tomatoes, so rich from barrels

of seaweed sprinkled;  a rich tea

of seaweed. I imagine I hear

the roses thanking me too. A

brush of a velvet petal to thank me.

Now we are back in the garden

hear the birds sing, hear the birds.

I heard them double, sensing they

too had been tickled by velvet,

rose petals touching my dreams.

 

I hear them as I heard other birds

Dipping and diving over those

seaweed beds. No wonder that

now in my dream I have become

a mermaid for the night. I see

the waves tickle her toes. I am

two things at once, seeing,

smelling, touching, tasting. I hear

both of us, the world of my

day and night.

 

Benita Kape © 26.4.2018

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And now for our prompt (optional as always). Taking our cue from today’s craft resource, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.

Happy writing!

 

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Haibun – Clay Birds – Day 12.4.2018 NaPoWriMo

Clay Birds

Haibun Clay Birds

I pull back the curtains and open the window nudging aside a stray ornament or two. Already the uncut rose in the garden is offering up swelling rosehips at the very edge of the sill. Newly delivered straw for the garden beds sits in a barrow across the lawn.

beaks wide …

birds on the sill

the scarcity of worms

 

Benita Kape © 12/13.4.2018

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Today’s (optional) prompt picks up from our craft resource. We’ve challenged you to tackle the haibun in past years, but it’s such a fun one, we couldn’t resist again. Today, we’d like to challenge you specifically to write a haibun that takes in the natural landscape of the place you live. It may be the high sierra, dusty plains, lush rainforest, or a suburbia of tiny, identical houses – but wherever you live, here’s your chance to bring it to life through the charming mix-and-match methodology of haibun.

 

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Love is not- NaPoWriMo 2016 – Day 25

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Love is not a Bunch of Roses

You pushed the door and it opened
to transformation. It looked better
on you. It’s moments of silence
that have me in awe. Smother in
silver and braided, love is not
a bunch of roses. You think of
a girl who wanted to ride bare-
back in a story. And you lay awake.

But this is where I take over
while you walk around the block.
You pushed the door and it opened.

Benita H. Kape © 25.4.2016

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* “You pushed the door and it opened” from a poem ‘The Visit” by Kapka Kassabova. Some of the lines came from lines of poems I may have used for this prompt, but not all.

And now for our (optional) prompt! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that begins with a line from a another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it. This will work best if you just start with a line of poetry you remember, but without looking up the whole original poem. (Or, find a poem that you haven’t read before and then use a line that interests you). The idea is for the original to furnish a sort of backdrop for your work, but without influencing you so much that you feel stuck just rewriting the original!. For example, you could begin, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day,” or “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons,” or “I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster,” or “they persevere in swimming where they like.” Really, any poem will do to provide your starter line – just so long as it gives you the scope to explore. Happy writing!

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