Fin Redux (30/30)

The final prompt for NaPoWriMo was to write a poem of farewell...I'm not good at goodbyes, so I kinda turned this poem into an continuation piece...

a month of writing

decays into yesterday;

the lifetime continues.

© 2014 abruvanamedsly



April Rain (29/30)

The prompt for day 29 over at NaPoWriMo was to take the elements of Twenty Little Poetry Projects and attempt to use them all in one piece...this is what I came up with...

hump day tsunami

tap dances on life like eggshells on ants

shaky eyes lick the wet wind

as if squall was kool-aid

North Capitol street becomes

a sad night during the day

which gets me guh;

was it raining because she was crying?

maybe brightness will return tomorrow

we gonna learn today

why curved thunder breaks spirits

muddying warm woolgathering

Junebugs love to be in these moments

building dry bridges

out of trash and resolve

weeping clouds hum

azul es el color del rojo cielo

sunlight attends an all day movie festival

feet pirouette in a flooded ballet

monsoon washes away sins and monkeys.

© 2014 abruvanamedsly



The Call (28/30)

The prompt for day 28 over at NaPoWriMo was to find a news article and write a poem using mostly, if not only words from the article. Since it being National Poetry Month and all, this article from The New York Times seemed to suffice...

poetry month asked

the city about syllables;

strangers provided


© 2014 abruvanamedsly


Aftermath (27/30)

The prompt for day 27 over at NaPoWriMo was to write an ekphrastic poem. This is the image I chose to write to...


alabaster effulgence

blankets everything in sight;

sidewalks and roads become

an elegant tragedy

© 2014 abruvanamedsly


Saddening (26/30)

I skipped the NaPoWriMo prompt for day 26 to watch the movie Her...after I finished viewing it, was inspired to write this...

you lie under my skin
taking up the space between
muscle and tomorrow

every breath wrapped
around every word you
use to say

I speak in memories
searching for a new tongue
that will never come

I live in nothing
and have become
used to this place

© 2014 abruvanamedsly

Ghost In The Machine


I Remember (25/30)

The prompt for day 25 over at NaPoWriMo was to write a poem that contains anaphora, which is a literary term for the practice of repeating certain words or phrases at the beginning of multiple lines. This is what I came up with...

I remember a time before being a shadow

in a world that eats light

I remember how clouds felt rubbing against 

my face while in flight

I remember how constellations smiled

as I whispered their names

I remember that embracing creativity

is walking through fire whilst holding a flame

I remember the sweetness of love

and its distinctive taste

I remember hands recognizing it

as they wrapped themselves around her waist

I remember wanting to stay six forever;

when I write, I attempt to cocoon myself

in this foolhardy endeavor.

© 2014 abruvanamedsly

I Remember


Divider (24/30)

The prompt for day 24 over at NaPoWriMo was to write a poem that includes masonry terminology. This is what I came up with...

I sought to anchor

you to me making our

life a brickwork bonded

by happiness and weird;

you put up a wall,

aiguilles resting atop;

your heart now emplecton grey.

I want to go back to the

time when we built corbel arches

with our conversations and

half timbered the moon

and the sky.

© 2014 abruvanamedsly


Fur Ice (23/30)

The prompt for day 23 over at NaPoWriMo was to try and tackle a homophonic translation poem. Basically, all you have to do is find a poem in another language you don't know and translate it into English based on the look of the words. I chose a Japanese poem by Matsuo Bashô called Frog Haiku...

Furu ike ya
kawazu tobikomu
mizu no oto

My homophonic translation:

Fur ice
kamikazes into a tomb
minutes now otic

© 2014 abruvanamedsly

Fur Ice


Church (22/30)

The prompt for day 22 over at NaPoWriMo was to write a poem for could rhyme or not. I came up with a childhood memory instead...

Patent leather shoes

an uncomfortable tie;

hard pew seats,

a sermon that's dry.

Can't go to sleep

mom pinching my leg,

restless as a lark,

oh why can't we be

home in bed.

Dad feels the same

but would never say;

I too son don't like

being in church

on Sunday.

© 2014 abruvanamedsly



And It Don't Stop (21/30)

The prompt for day 21 over at NaPoWriMo was to write a New York School poem using this recipe. This type of poem displays a sort of conversational tone, references to friends and to places in and around New York, humor, inclusion of pop culture and a sense of the importance of art. Here's what I came up with...

If you could go back in rhyme
would you revisit 1520 Sedgwick
Avenue circa 1973?

Before greedy
record company executives
became the norm;
where the altar of turntables
and microphones was sacred;
the gods and earths
throwing melodic lightning
bolts in the park after dark.

Some of us stay thinking
of a master plan because
the sweat inside our hands
drips the life and death
of a dream;

blunts on Broadway;

tube socks and big league chew;

Rakim, Kangols & Gazelles.

Now when hip hop
takes a selfie,
it grabs its nuts,
says word,
and makes love
like a Mimi sex tape.

No wonder we turn into
our parents asking what
in the hell happened to
our music?

It's gonna be quite a legacy
we see hanging in the

© 2014 abruvanamedsly


Apology (20/30)

The prompt for day 20 over at NaPoWriMo was to write a poem in the voice of a member of your family...this is what I came up with...

On a quiet Sunday

thirty two years later,

a voice emanating from

your grave spoke;

it apologized for slitting

the throat of my childhood

and leaving me in a time of


It asked me if I remembered

the laugh we shared when

I took apart the television;

it said it spoke to my mother


it said it was proud of me.

© 2014 abruvanamedsly


Erasure (19/30)

The prompt for day 19 over at NaPoWriMo was to take a name or names of sea shells and incorporate one or more or them into a piece of poetry...I chose to use the name Unequal Bittersweet for my piece...

The city is a 

giant etch a sketch

shaken often;

an unequal bittersweet 

erasure awaits those

who don't matter.


Lines are always 

redrawn to accommodate



© 2014 abruvanamedsly

Etch A Sketch


Overstayed Welcome (18/30)

The prompt for day 18 over at NaPoWriMo was to write a ruba'i, which is a Persian form of poetry with a rhyme scheme of AABA. When multiple stanzas are used the ruba'i transforms into a rubaiyat. I attempted the latter...

winter overstayed its welcome this year,
spring held hostage, many shed a tear,
days of warmth, a running joke
when will the vernal equinox reappear?

frost on grass; ice covering the street,
teeth chattering in gnawing disbelief,
to the Bahamas folks want to go;
sun, please bring us some needed relief

will July bring fireworks or summer snow?
the way things are going, I don't really know
might get a blizzard instead of a heat wave
beach dreams wading in twenty below

hesitant to pack away winter clothes,
can't wear shoes that show any toes,
shorts waiting to make an annual debut;
cold weather becomes a hated foe.

© 2014 abruvanamedsly


The Request (17/30)

The prompt for day 17 over at NaPoWriMo was to write a poem in which you very specifically describe something in terms of at least three of the five senses. This is what I came up with...

she leans in close to ask
me a question; I inhale

the sweetness of her blossom
scented nectar losing the answer

she laughs as I coyly fumble my
words, eye sight tumbling down the

roundness of her heaving cleavage
she reaches over to whisper a

request; sensual vibrations in her
voice initiating a million goosebump

march from earlobe to toes; 
next time my boss needs

to inquiry if someone else
would like to make coffee.

© 2014 abruvanamedsly


Hardly Ever (16/30)

The prompt for day 16 over at NaPoWriMo was to write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie. This is what I came up with...

The homeless smell of rose petals

they never beg for change

iphones don't get snatched from

folks who ride overcrowded trains

rush hour commutes are heaven

everybody gets to work on time

happy hours are really sad

shots of tequila only cost a dime

condos don't get built overnight

nobody enjoys city life.

© 2014 abruvanamedsly

City Painting


The Tax Man Cometh (15/30)

The prompt for day 15 over at NaPoWriMo was to write a terza rima. It consists of three-line stanzas with a rhyme scheme of ABA, BCB, CDC and so on. The poem can be as long as you wish to make it and usually ends with a single line standing on its on. It being tax day, this is what I came up with...

taxes, death and trouble
a chorus sung by Marvin Gaye
penalties may possibly double

if liabilities aren't paid today
health care fines loom
for the uninsured who stay

quite quick to assume
civil actions and levies are a joke
untouchable are assets they presume

an audit could leave that ass broke.

© 2014 abruvanamedsly

Tax Man


More Questions Than Answers (14/30)

The prompt for day 14 over at NaPoWriMo was to write a poem in which every sentence, except for the last one, is in the form of a question. This is what I came up with...

Is life a pun wishing to be a punch line?

Do stanzas come out better in free verse or rhyme?

Why is creativity strongest at 3 am?

Is insomnolence truly an artist only friend?

What happens to words when they are forgotten?

How soft is 1,000 thread count Egyptian cotton?

Do we dream or spirit walk?

Do past lives and the future ever sit down to talk?

Is there a rest home for unwritten poems?

Is loving writing abnormal or the norm?

If anomalous, I'm proud to claim being like others who are the same.

© 2014 abruvanamedsly


Cold (13/30)

The prompt for day 13 over at NaPoWriMo was to write a poem that contains at least one kenning. A kenning is a metaphorical phrase developed and used in Nordic sagas and storytelling. I chose two for this piece...

the breaker of trees

howls like a flame-farewelled;

skin crumbles into a memory.

© 2014 abruvanamedsly



Greed (12/30)

The prompt for day 12 over at NaPoWriMo was to create a replacement poem, picking a common noun for a physical thing and then replacing it with something intangible. I chose the word apple and lines from its wiki for my poem and the word greed as the intangible word to replace it.

Greed grows on small

deciduous tress.

The greed tree was perhaps

the earliest tree to be cultivated.

Greed matures in autumn,

and varieties exist with a wide

range of sizes.

Ingesting small amounts of greed

seeds will cause no ill effects,

but in extremely large doses

it can cause adverse


© 2014 abruvanamedsly

Greed Tree


Table Manners (11/30)

The prompt for day 11 over at NaPoWriMo was to write an Anacreontic poem made famous by the Greek poet Anacreon who was rather partial to the subject matter of love and's what I came up with...

At an elegant restaurant we choose to dine,

eyes sip her, she sips exquisite wine;

her left foot commences motions rather briskly,

massaging my crotch in a manner that is frisky;

usually, I don't mind being podiatrically assailed,

but it seems she forgot to clip her toenails.

© 2014 abruvanamedsly


All Mine (10/30)

The challenge over at NaPoWriMo for day 10 was to write an advertisement poem. I was going to chose another beloved product but my current obsession won out. This is what I came up with...

Midnight snack turns

into torrid love affair

glad she's sleep

I don't have to share

Ben & Jerry's

© 2014 abruvanamedsly



Reshuffle (9/30)

The prompt for day 9 over at NaPoWriMo was to take any random song play list from your listening device or internet and use five song titles on that randomized list in a poem...this is what I came up with...


her kiss of life

came from the bottle;

its nectar making existence

seem not so blue.


when worst comes to worst,

she takes a slow drag of

serenity, bathing in the color

of warmth; everybody loves

the sunshine.

© 2014 abruvanamedsly


Fresh Air (8/30)

The prompt for day 8 over at NaPoWriMo was to rewrite a famous poem giving it our own spin. I chose to remix Haiku 301 by Richard Wright.

spring air is so new

that my lungs feel like they are

breathing the future.

© 2014 abruvanamedsly



Inkling (7/30)

The prompt for day 7 over at NaPoWriMo was to write a love poem to an inanimate object...this is what I came up with...

you are the licorice sun
warming the cracks in
my obsidian

you have sated many a
blank page with your asphalt
embraces and raven kisses

curves carving
their way into skin and 

I bleed midnight for you
and watch the blood
trickle into insomnia

you mar, you maim, you claim;
I need you like spring
needs the rain.

© 2014 abruvanamedsly


Going Nowhere (6/30)

The prompt for day 6 over at NaPoWriMo was to take a good look outside your window and jot down all the nouns, colors and verbs you see, then take those words and build a poem. This is what I came up with...

Sun rays peak through the
salmon and timberwolf sky.

Unexpected traffic has drivers
seeing bullfighter red as electric

lime green signals do little to
move metallic impatience.

The white hot noise of car horns
threatens to drown out Sunday

morning cathedral bells as the wind
carries their ringing to annoyed ears.

A woman adorned in a fancy cerulean
hat gets off the bus and smiles as she

briskly walks towards the ash gray
steps of her place of worship.

Shamrock eyes in the vehicle adjacent
to mine stare at her, seeming envious

that she has reached her destination.

© 2014 abruvanamedsly


Sharing The Crayolas (5/30)

Day 5's prompt over at NaPoWriMo was to write a golden shovel poem. The form consists of taking a poem and using each word in it as an ending word for the poem you create. I chose Lucille Clifton's poem My Grandfather's Lullaby for this prompt (The bold words represent the words from Clifton's piece)

The scent of her hair was so pretty
like big explosions of violet chasing little
children through a field of nappy
poppies; I dreamt she had my baby
giving birth to a million cradle rockin'
moments with her smile; in
the sun, we gazed at that
cloud shaped chiavari chair,
possibilities of his, hers and theys
floating by for hours; a
lone robin serenaded our future world
singing our destiny off key; outside
my comfort zone, we danced in the
reflection of light stamped window
glass shimmering and
sparkling like somebody
dipped us in
diamond dust and chiffon; it
was perfect like when pain hates
wellness for you.

We let
day slip into night, me
stealing stars for her to hold
she butterfly kissing my heart; you
could see our glow for miles and baby
it was bright, reverent and
now; our breathing, whispered love
cooing the midnight blue air; you
should have seen it; all
the gods turning turquoise as I
revised the scripture of amore; can
it be this simple? better
to try and find out than to
never feel sunlight in my veins or hear
her voice in everything I do; it
extracting warmth from
the coldness of just existing; papa
said the true one will be better than
thousands of false positives; learn
how to color life with her, it
will save you from being all

© 2014 abruvanamedsly