NaPoWriMo Day 30 – Who knows? (and a question for my readers!)

I was Davey Jones today,

choking all the lies out their gullets,

not letting up until the reality came spewing out

across the conference room

to drip and slide down the bare whiteboard.

Progress at last.


Last Friday I was Fantine,

exposed to the whips of the world

I belted my soul to the vast expance

of the confines of my portable universe, lined with

leather interior and a $9 steering wheel cover.

The impact of metal on bumper and

rubber shatters the dream of her voice into

my far less miserable

pained reality.

But we are all fine for now,


because tomorrow I could be Wolverine,

collar up, chops fluffed and

ready for a fight against eternity

with no cares should the man in black

come to my door.

Entwine the forlorn threads of

the uncertain prospect before me with

cheap wine and cigar smoke in the wind,


so long as,

for a moment a day,

I can be some other than me.

Ah, what a vacation it is

and will be.


I like to put myself in the world and mindset of a creative character, either my own or in these cases, well-known characters of some of my favorite stories. This is also my last poem for NaPoWriMo! So in celebration and in recognition of the Weekly Writing Challenge, I thought I’d see what kinds of things make your day exciting and entertaining! I’ll be writing a follow-up blog (as per my Weekly Writing Challenge instructions) on the results of the question below, depending on if I get any responses at all. Anonymity, just because I think if you want me to know what you chose and elaborate you can in the comments, and I’ll know who you are there. Hope you enjoyed the poetry this past month. More to come, I’m sure. Critique is always welcome and enjoy sharing your relaxation muses! Cheers!


What gets you through the daily hum drum?

NaPoWriMo Day 26 – How You Embrace Me

The confident grip of the morning cicada’s legs
wrapped snug around my finger
on his journey from my bedroom
to the outside world once again.

My four-legged love’s trusting relaxation,
his grey, pepper head resting on my knee
as if there is nothing else in the universe
but this settled, comforting calm that is ours, only ours.

Knowing there is a fine line between the caress
of a light spring wind hailing the lifewater
and typhoon destruction sweeping the valley
or the shore; the bringer and taker of life.

I sacrifice a sense, encompass my soul in heart-
throbbing elation and belt my off chords
to the expanse of the cosmos, sending back
the passions given me as homage and thanks.

NaPoWriMo Day 24 – Plateau

The   f   o   g

too thick,






to a molten



g    a    s    e    o    u    s



The naive imagery of a child going through what they now officially call a quarter-life crisis.

NaPoWriMo Day 22 – Cure #4

Simplicity reigns

in the halls eternal, where

angels don’t exist,


but souls reflect on

misinterpretations and

fallacies, mistakes


forgiven by the

meditative tides of time

and recycled stardust.

The perfect sense of peace and serenity is something that can never be found on earth. Beyond this life, however…

NaPoWriMo Day 20 – Cure #2

When I stand before you,
arms extended straight before me,
eyes closed before I
let myself fall, I expect, before the floor
comes to meet the back of my skull, you will stand before our friends

and smack my face, pushing me faster into the concrete.
Because we are friends.
And we’ll remember this forever.

This one is about trust. It doesn’t always have to be a positive trust, but an expectation another person will commit an action. It’s an odd concept to explain, but trust in the positive or negative expected actions of others creates a foundation of comfort. But what does this foundation mean to our socoety if established on negative expectations? Looking around me, I feel like most people make their foundation in a combination of the negative and a complete absense of trust. So how cpuld we change to make positive trust our foundation? Thoughts?

NaPoWriMo Day 19: Cure #1


“…From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother…”


I know, this is kind of cheating, but I don’t know how to write a poem about comradery, and this song, when sung during Band of Brothers and that quote from Henry V have all the imagery I want to convey. So I’m going to cop out this time, and the next cure will be my own.


NaPoWriMo Day 18 – The Best Medicine


What is the therapy of life?

The perfect mentality which

brings human to human (or to

self) and sets us on the wavelength of success?


Less muscles than usual sends

creases along

the frame of the face,

erupting, either gently under boiling

oceans or

catastrophically, bubbling and burping outward

into unfathomable, continuous


the typical remedy for a lackluster

grind. Is this not simply a cover

up of the symptoms?

A way to ignore the true source

of our failings, we cling to

distraction and distortion of the truth

around us; not


a negative in our lives, just a

misinterpretation of what it truly is,

a want for a good laugh to literally

cure the ailments of

the world. Where,


are the true cures of our time?


What brings out the white blood cells of society,

strengthens them, provokes

them into action against the diseases

fighting to penetrate

us day by day?



I think I will likely continue this poem into tomorrow. I like this concept, but I don’t want this to be too long. You can find out my personal view tomorrow. In the meantime, what do you think? What is the medicine of humanity?