Day 18’s challenge is to write a poem that incorporates “the sound of home.”
Y’all
Not because we’re lazy
But because we’re efficient
You all is cumbersome
Y’all is eloquent
Y’all know what I mean?
Category: NaPoWriMo
Day nine’s prompt is to “write a poem that includes a line you’re afraid to write.”
She’s gone
And never coming back.
Came home to an empty house
Knew what to expect
But not how to feel
Quiet and alone
Wander the rooms
Counting the memories
And the ones that will never be
Collapse to the ground,
I sobbed.
Lamenting the loss of a life
With the one I loved
My feelings will fade with time
There is a place in my heart
Where I will look back fondly
It hurt more than anything
Can I ever forgive
How she treated my heart.
Bluebonnets naturally grow only in Texas
Imagine my surprise when I found one in Puerto Rico
Plucked from its native land and displayed prominently
Springtime means fields of blue lining the roadways
Family photos and inspiring landscapes
A unique and annual rite
Among a sea of decorative plates
From places near and far
The humble bluebonnet stands out
I pluck it from the wall
Generally a forbidden act
Condoned by the owner
“Take it,” Sylvia says
“It’s fate”
“It should be with a Texan”
A journey of destiny
A flower returned its native land.
Gently
I pull the plunger back with the tips of my fingers
Let the ball fly
It bounces around the playfield
Flippers on point
Whodunnit?
Quick with the save
Light ’em up
Pick my target
Solve the case
Nail the bonus shot
High Score
Roof Champion
Name in lights:
MLH.
Oh quesito
I had never experienced
your sweet and savory taste
Flakey honey skin
cheesey center
endless flavor
I will return to your island
if only to taste you again.
A rocky ledge on El Yunque
provides spectacular views of the island
a solitary raindrop
followed by millions more
Seek shelter beneath the canopy
swallowed by a cloud
views obscured
to the top we go
Fighting through the mist
a cool breeze blows
like air conditioning
on top of the world.
Hop onto the bike
into the jungle we go
carving a crooked path
over rocks and mud
over sand and loam
Following a treasure map
scribbled on a post-it
X marks the “secret beach”
Toes in the sand of the water’s edge
wade into the surf
dive beneath the waves
Cleanse me of grief and sadness
take my unfulfilled expectations away with the tide
they are of no use to me anymore
Were they ever any use for me?
Can one feel sadness when surrounded by beauty?
I cannot escape either
The tide begins to rise
Eyes to the horizon
Where the sky meets the white caps
What does the future hold?
Sunshine flips to downpours
wrapped in sunshine
enveloped in rain and darkness
in the blink of an eye
Persevere
sunshine is on the other side
Can’t know where
trust it’s there
Expectations seem impossible
trust the rain will dry
sunshine will break through
it always does.
Swipe right for the beautiful women
But will they swipe right back
Superficiality rules
No tourists
No tan lines
No hookups
No braces
No duck face
No car selfies
Casual connections welcome,
recommendations for beaches, too
“You are cute and smart
but live a thousand plus miles away…
My luck.”
Clean out the old stuff her mother left behind
Souvenir plates hang on the wall, some missing
Rings of dust reveal outlines of past relics
Photos from another era abandoned to decay
The overgrown backyard is ruled by lizards and weeds
Flowers bloom and plantains dangle from the trees
Casa Sierra is alive once again, if only for the moment
A snapshot of when the past meets the present
Clean it out, flip it soon.
Sell it quick so doesn’t end up empty and alone.
