Youtube/Dear Poem

Welp I decided to take one of my older poems entitled Dear Poem and turn it into a Youtube video...#testingthewaters

Freyja's Tears (20/30)

The prompt for day twenty over at NaPoWriMo was to write a kenning poem. Kennings were riddle-like metaphors used in the Norse sagas, basically, ways of calling something not by its actual name, but by a sort of clever, off-kilter description.

is the glow of
Grímnir's lip-streams;
a sky-candle
warming a wound-sea.

I live in the
serpent's lair of her voice
which crashes upon my heart
like Ægir's daughters.

Not even the
sleep of the sword
will keep me from her.

© 2016 abruvanamedsly

How To Fall in Love (19/30)

The prompt for day nineteen over at NaPoWriMo was to write a didactic poem which explicitly seeks to instruct the reader in some kind of skill or knowledge, whether moral, philosophical, or practical. This is what I came up with.

Learn to take a lightning bolt thru the chest;

live with skin constantly birthing goosebumps;

be prepared for time to dissolve;

embrace the transition of me to we;

compromise and compromise;

revel in the unknown, 


come up for air,


© 2016 abruvanamedsly


C’mere!!! (18/30)

The prompt for day eighteen over at NaPoWriMo was to write a poem that incorporates the sound of home. Think back to your childhood, and the figures of speech and particular ways of talking that the people around you used, and which you may not hear anymore.


were the soundtrack
of my childhood;

I was curious
and hard-headed
which lead to an orchestra
of corrective concertos
beginning with either

a belt or switch
conducting a symphony
of discipline heard
throughout my
apartment building.

I loathed this music
but wouldn’t trade
in the lessons learned
from it on my worse day.

© 2016 abruvanamedsly


Corazón (17/30)

The prompt for day seventeen over at NaPoWriMo was to find either on your shelves or online, a specialized dictionary and write a poem that incorporates at least ten words from this specialized source. I chose the Oxford Spanish Dictionary...

La noche

calls as la luna

and las estrellas

dance across the sky.

My temperatura rises

causing sudoroso palms

to become el fuego;

I try to remain calma

but amor is drowning me

in un río of twilight;

deseo floods the 

inside of my chest.

© 2016 abruvanamedsly

In Veins (16/30)

The prompt for day sixteen over at NaPoWriMo was to fill out, in no more than five minutes, the following “Almanac Questionnaire,” which solicits concrete details about a specific place (real or imagined). Then the challenge was to write a poem incorporating or based on one or more of your answers.

Almanac Questionnaire

Weather: magnificent
Flora: cherry blossoms
Architecture: historic
Customs: hand dancing and go-go music
Mammals/reptiles/fish: snakehead fish
Childhood dream: to be an architect
Found on the Street: money
Export: mumbo sauce
Graffiti: Cool Disco Dan
Lover: Cherry Wine
Conspiracy: many
Dress: sandals with socks
Hometown memory: going to Hains Point
Notable person: Marion Barry
Outside your window, you find: bars
Today’s news headline: Police: Man Who Allegedly Shot, Killed Firefighter Released From Custody
Scrap from a letter: the blood will never come off…
Animal from a myth: sphinx
Story read to children at night: psalm 23
You walk three minutes down an alley and you find: trouble
You walk to the border and hear: go back to DC
What you fear: stray bullets
Picture on your city’s postcard: U.S. Capitol

Washington, DC

is a historic and 

magnificent place; 

cherry blossoms seduce 

tourist while hand dancing 

and go-go music

through the veins of this city.

I often walk down 

memory lane in 

sandals with socks 

drunk off Cherry Wine 

remembering the taste 

of mumbo sauce while 

reciting psalm 23;

stray bullets ensuring

the blood will never 

come off

© 2016 abruvanamedsly


Breasts (15/30)

The prompt for day fifteen over at NaPoWriMo was to mark the halfway point of the 30-day challenge by writing a poem that incorporates the idea of doubles. You could incorporate doubling into the form, for example, by writing a poem in couplets. Or you could make doubles the theme of the poem, by writing, for example, about mirrors or twins, or simply things that come in pairs.

a woman’s bosom
taught me all about comfort;
lessons continue.

© 2016 abruvanamedsly


In Whispers (14/30)

The prompt for day fourteen over at NaPoWriMo was to attempt an eight-line poem called a san san. It repeats images and the rhyme pattern for it is a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d. I remixed this pattern and added another line #poeticlicense 

We live our lives on a wing and a prayer 

hoping to take flight before death comes

like a thief in the night; each second a blessing

caressing a wing and a prayer staving off despair.

Our hearts hoping to take flight, steel drums

beating away like a thief in the night; no more guessing

about how immortal our souls can truly be;

love, a thief in the night who enjoys undressing

our immortal souls which have finally been set free.

© 2016 abruvanamedsly