Day: April 13, 2022

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Day Thirteen

on APRIL 13, 2022

Welcome back, everyone, for the thirteenth day of Na/GloPoWriMo.

And now for our (optional) prompt! Today, in honor of the potential luckiness of the number 13, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like the example poem here, joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.” Sometimes, good fortune can seem impossibly distant, but even if you can’t drum up the enthusiasm to write yourself a riotous pep-talk, perhaps you can muse on the possibility of good things coming down the track. As they say, “the sun will come up tomorrow,” and if nothing else, this world offers us the persistent possibility of surprise.

Lucky You

If I could pick a number I’d probably pick two
’cause two is just so perfect, just right for me and you
But then again I like four, four comes in pretty square
you find that number hiding, no matter here nor there
But I also like the odd ones like one and three and five
I’m thankful for the thirteenth, so happy I’m alive.
Go and pick a number, now pick one just for fun
Now think about good fortune, you are the lucky one.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

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Poor Old Billy

A moniker is a nickname or pet name for a person
Taciturn is reserved or uncommunicative in speech
Amenable is open and responsive to suggestion; easily persuaded or controlled

Todays words:

Poor Old Billy

Billy was an old man who liked to walk alone
He liked his high security and didn’t use a phone
He walked out in the wilderness to see what he could find
And being himself taciturn, he really didn’t mind
that no one was amenable, they ran faster than he
the stickers had no meaning, those stuck to each big tree
One was of a duende, a gnome-ish sort of guy
His moniker was Elfie, most people could see why
One had a real sad face, the face seemed quite undone
An apology was needed, which never was real fun
All day he kept on walking, he really went too far
He barely even noticed when he got back to his car.
He still had no idea yet what stuck to the thick bark
The only thought he upheld was the spot where he did park.
He jumped into his mini van, happy to go home
He didn’t notice anything, especially the gnome
Who’d got into his vehicle, wanting a fast ride
But didn’t realize Billy would be singing there inside
the noise it was so horrible, the elf he had to leave
He jumped up to the front seat and pulled on Billy’s sleeve
Billy got so startled, so scared by that odd face
And now old Billy’s spirit is floating out in space.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

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Go Dog Go Cafe’s Haibun Wednesday!

To join in go here: https://godoggocafe.com/2022/04/13/haibun-wednesday-april-13-2022/

This week’s prompt is to write about an encounter with an animal. Go where the prompt leads.

My gaze drops and lands on yellow eyes, glowing from the sun slowly setting behind me. My heart quickens, my breath speeds up, and I feel a trickle of sweat trail down my cheekbone. If ever danger existed it was right here, now, and I would be witness to its fate.

Slowly stepping back
Muscles twitching under skin
Prepare for a bite

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I wasn’t sure if I wanted to name a specific animal. I thought this might lead to reading it in different ways.