Closure

Kurt Vonnegut - Slaughterhouse Five

NaPoWriMo - 2015

It's almost April again and this is my public commitment to 30/30.

I'll be selecting favorite prompts of the day to write from the following websites offering prompts throughout the month of April, which means I'll be writing more than a poem a day!

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Writer's Digest PAD Challenge
Napowrimo.net
A to Z challenge
30 Day Poetry Challenge
The dirty thirty
Writers Victoria
Apparatus Magazine
Cuyahoga County Public Library

"Let the wild rumpus start!"

Kensi 'n' Tom - The wheel of misfortune

Listen to the full EP by clicking here.

:: Bee-ing - TB

Will this matter a year from now?
For now I am a honey bee
Hunted by hornets.
They try to murder my dreams
And deliver homilies of their own.
How doth the little busy bee
Continue living from hour to hour?
How long will she be free
To gather honey from every little flower?
Flowers are not as sweet as they once were
And seeds fall on hard ground.


:: Bee-gone - KC

I conjure these men
somehow,
men who can't do feelings.

Repeat old mistakes:
love them more than I should,
love them more than they deserve.

A discombobulated soul
I go into the world,
take the wrong turns.

They mute their hearts
so there is nothing I can use,
no North.

This is how they spell
begone.

N.B.:

-  TB writes Under the Toadstool. 

- These poems are shared with The Real Toads.

- Kensi 'n' Tom EP original photos and artwork by TB.

Kensi 'n' Tom - Happily miserable

Listen to the full EP by clicking here.

:: Grumpiness - TB

Smile he never does.
Smile he never wants.
And you think a smile it was.
It’s more likely to have been a grimace.  Smiling has been a while for him.
It’s like idle chatter.
Speak purposefully.
No time to natter.
Smile what for?
Smile I don’t want to.
Smile it’s a chore.
Smile, no thank you.



:: Being Eleanor Rigby - KC

I tried it many times.
The diary thing.

Then I noticed lonely days
repeated themselves
in a frequency I didn’t want to think of,
a frequency I didn’t want people to find out
because everybody feels sorry for the lonely people.

Even The Beatles did.
They came up with Eleanor Rigby. Poor thing.

See?
See what I’m doing here?
I’m feeling sorry for her.
I’m feeling sorry for the poor woman
despite the fact she might have only been a name
someone picked for a fictitious character in a song.

I don’t fully believe it though.

I don’t because she has the looks of many people
I see on the streets everyday
trying to go invisible in the crowd
they have the same taste for clothes,
the same haircut,
they walk at the same pace,
they all have Eleanor's
and my face.

I could be Miss Rigby if I weren’t so loud.

N.B.:

-  Mr. Grumpy Crayfish (a.k.a. TB)'s official residence is Under the Toadstool. 

- These poems are shared with The Real Toads.

- Kensi 'n' Tom EP original artwork by KC.

Anatomy Lesson - Juan Manuel Roca

We were given the body
To have our enemy nearer,
To watch him
So he doesn’t have time
To hide behind a tree
And wait for us to go by.
We were given the body
So that between him and us
There would be no mined ground
Or ambushes.
We were given it without asking,
Like the prince got the throne,
So he couldn’t
Mix wine with poison
Without abdicating his kingdom.
Later was the imposition
Of the habit of going with the body
All over the place,
Of having a bath with it
To avoid the surprise
Of a dagger flash behind the curtain.
We constructed the habit
Of following the body’s steps
And setting it the trap of the mirror,
Of not leaving it alone
Not even when it sleeps.
We were given the body
To have our enemy nearer.