Day 7 - NaPoWriMo

Blossoms as Crumbs

The early April showers bring, with sunshine,
an idea of cherry blossoms to view. And coastal breezes
toss through branches newly decorated, now sparsely covered,
as petals stray across the grass as toast crumbs litter trays
that should both be cleaned more often. Maybe tomorrow.

© April 2019 

Day 6 - NaPoWriMo

Rising 

Golden orb rising
silent, like butterflies glide,
ever higher through
stars. Like eagles soar aloft,
glimmering iridescence.



© April 2019

Day 5 - NaPoWriMo

Eyes (No Sight)

I cannot see my end, only the path on which I walk
towards the future. There is no hint of pain,
no possibility of immortality, only death. Even if I close my eyes,
the end is real, however unwelcome and regretful.
It is beyond the end I want to see and those I leave behind,
to know that they’ll be safe and will not crumble
when I leave.

It is the river I want to cross, the mountain I want to climb,
the poetry I want to see in books in the hands of others
on a wintery day or a moonlight night sitting on a dock
by a lake I’ve only imagined calming my anxious mind
with an end I cannot see beyond. My eyes show me nothing,
except that I will be alone.

© April 2019

Day 4 - NaPoWriMo

Cake

He asks for a larger slice than I’d given him
I say he needs to watch his weight
He tells me he walked 20 kilometers the day before, geocaching
I shake my head and ask he if he’s checked his blood sugar lately
He laughs
I pause, turning my face towards him
He grins
I regard him questioningly
He sighs
I nod the way out of the kitchen
He puts down his fork and plate and strides into the bathroom
I rest my case (and eat my cake)

© April 2019 

Day 3 - NaPoWriMo

Another day, another attempt.

Flash

A glorious song by Queen for
a so-so B-movie
is now the background music
for a commercial for a new
mobile phone.

After movies and mobiles
are slivers in history, will Queen be remembered
for its choral extravaganzas
or its leader who opened the door to
a conversation about acceptance?


© April 2019 Catherine Woods

Day 2 - NoPoWriMo

Rain

I
An unexpected
dry March flows to a welcome
April spring shower.

II
Boreal forests
need rain, like you and I need
air; everlasting.

III
Clouds bring presents to
you and me and all who care;
celebrate, rejoice.


© April 2019

NaPoWriMo April 2019

It's April again. Time for me to put my thinking cap on and post every day.

Being Stardust

Thanks to Katie Mack

It is any night and you are stardust.
Yes, you are made of stars. Yes, you.
All the carbon, oxygen, and nitrogen that is in you,
that was all made in stars; atoms that a star forged inside itself
or at the moment of its unimaginably violent death, are in you.
Most of your atoms were forged in the Big Bang itself. And you
are the ashes of the Big Bang. At every imaginable level, you are
a creation of the Universe, vast and beautiful.
So if we start as ashes of the Big Bang, it only seems right
that we also end as ashes; to become that which we were.

To think most are missing out on all this wonder; that is so
their loss.


© 2018