Climb a tree

At Real Toad’s 30 poems in 30 days…” today’s prompt, I’d like you to write a poem that incorporates the idea of a child’s game – board game or a physical game (tag, hide and seek, etc.). “ I am still a great one for climbing trees. Come and play with us!

Climb a tree
Come climb a tree with me –
Up up up
To the sky!
Find foot and hand holds,
Scramble up to the top –
bounce up and down on a limb,
find a good place to perch
and listen to the wind and the birds
Settle in against the sun warmed trunk
under a canopy of green
and read.
Come climb a tree with me!

Point A to Point A

Today at Real Toads, Gillena is prompting us with Francois Villon’s poetry.  We are to read a poem and pick a line from it with a quote and use the quote to construct a poem.  Day 15 of NANONUCLEARMELTDOWN.  I am going short and sweet today.

“so, round the world he goes, but return he will,” The Ballad Of The Proverbs – Poem by François Villon

Point A to Point A

she started at Point A and went directly west.
she continued on until
she wound up back at Point A again.
She shook her fist at the sky
and laughed grandly:
Thus to the flat earthers!

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Eres Tu

Today is day 14 of Nannerwomo. Marian has given us our prompt today in the form of a music video about a happy gay wedding – Eres Tu. I was totally unfamiliar with the artist and music video prompts annoy me. so I cut off the sound and loved the video! This reminded me of my wedding day. My husband invited his aunts and uncles, I invited my friend, most of whom come from the LBGT community. Unlike the happy video, his family did not speak to my friends. They had a good time anyway and we all danced and disco’d down. His family left early. My best friend who is a lesbian was actually my husband’s “best man”. Come to Real Toads to read poetry for this poetry month. #30 in 30

Eres Tu
He looked at the picture and realized –
he looked like his father.
His father who disowned him.
He shaved off his beard and looked –
like himself.
Today of all days
he looked like himself –
Happy and at peace
and totally in love.
He stood with his partner
surrounded by friends and grandparents,
by those who truly loved them and wished them well.
The two figures on the wedding cake,
Two grooms –
will be placed in their china closet
to remind them of this happy day.
And that thankfully,
he isn’t his father.

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Froot Loops

Day 13 of (Friday the 13th mwahahaha) and Magaly is prompting us for the 30 Days of poetry at Real Toads. She has given us this quote and we are to use brtween 3 – 13 words from the quote to fashion our poem. I used four. This is also for the 55 at Hedge. The quote is longer than my poem.
The quote:
“People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.” ~ Diane Setterfield

Froot Loops
6:30 a.m. sharp
She began the annihilation
of her morning bowl of Froot Loops.
She crunched them as she would
old dry bones
and slurped the milk like she would
would the liquids from corpses.
Reading the morning paper
She laughed in high glee
and ripe humor.
The tyrant was in the midst
of a Stormy.

Shinrin-yoku

for day 12 of Nannernanner. At Real Toads prompt – Costa Rica.   A micro-poem. I couldn’t get the image Margaret provided to copy so I found one that is similar. Shinrin-yoku is the Japanese practice of “forest bathing” or forest meditation.

Shinrin-yoku
The trees welcome
They exude peace calm cool
The cares of world slip away
Breathing in the goodness of trees
Walking among them
Listening to them
Touching them
Smelling the green

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Long ago rooms

Day 11 of NAPOWRIMO….the prompt at Real Toads is to use the phrase “long ago rooms” from a Maya Angelou poem and to use 12 or less lines to write the poem.  #30 in 30.

Long Ago Rooms
Through open windows drifts the scents
of honeysuckle gardenia magnolia –
Books are covered with dust
And unread – memories sleep
in these long ago rooms.
Childhood has become old age
laughter has been stilled –
the night lasts forever.

Summer Tomatoes – A Love Poem

For day 10 of Nanonano at Real Toads. The floor is open for all poems as this is open link day at the Toads.  Unprompted!!!!

copyright kanzensakura

Summer Tomato: A Love Poem
I’m not talking about those
mushy wannabe red globulous things
in plastic trays in the pro-duce section of the store –
I’m talkin’ ’bout tomatoes born
and raised in the heat of the summer sun,
sassy summer tomatoes full of juice,
so tangy and sassy that before
you can stick your fork into a slice
lying innocently upon a plate,
one of those bad boy slices
jumps up and slaps you across the face –
Twice.
No, not talkin’ ‘bout those demure sweet things,
those tame ‘maters with bland flavor –
I am talkin’ ’bout those full fledged
in your face, deep red, full of bite,
impertinent summer tomatoes.
And we all know the best ones comes
from the gardens of your mama,
your grandmama, a neighbor, your own backyard –
all kinds of ‘maters:
Rutgers, Better Boy, Homestead –
unpretentious no apologies ‘maters –
none of those trendy browngreenpurple ‘maters,
but warm from the sun – skin smooth and tight
Sayin’ to you –
Stroke me, hold me, bite me –
Slice me onto the plate,
Summer to-may-toes – The feisty street punk of tomatoes –
no sweet mushy debutante,
no dry flavorless academic,
no all on the outside nothing on the inside
tomato hypocrite…
The Real Summer Tomato:
‘tween my fingers and my thumb,
Watch out belly – here.it.comes.

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