naiku (20171029)

a gentle breeze
sucker punches the sycamore
not enough to bend it double
but enough to knock loose
a few leaves like teeth
spiralling and spinning
on their way down

a squirrel eyes me
suspiciously
like i’m the one
who egged the wind on
so i give him the finger
since my dog is too old
to give a shit
about a squirrel
halfway up a sycamore

how calming the wind is
how beautiful this fall dance
of leaves/teeth
how angry the squirrel
clinging like spiderman
to the bark

it’s a good
autumn day

Poem 20150406b

So, I have a bit of a completion problem. I missed the first couple of prompts for #NaPoWriMo, and I’m going have to go back and make them up. Don’t me why. That’s just the way I’m broken. So now, the prompt for Day one:

write a poem that involves describing something in terms of what it is not, or not like.

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not fish
not fowl
not slimy toad
lacking legs, it creeps
both up and down
without a nose, yet it smells
no hands or feet, but ascends under it’s own power
seeks neither blood nor violence, yet
armed and ready to defend itself

climbing rose–friend to bees, and fragrant vagrant