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#28-30 NaPoWriMo

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APRIL 30 — Here are my 29th and 30th poems for National Poetry Writing Month (one of them written late), concluding my poem-a-day marathon for ReadWritePoem.

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LOCAL BIRDS #1

I hear the dolce dandelions

gild my grass

only after

two goldfinches

trill overhead.

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LOCAL BIRDS #2

Captain Blue Jay

sloops on the wind

to branches tall and slender,

masts

with green sails.

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APRIL 29 — Here’s my twenty-eighth poem (I missed yesterday, but hope to make it up tomorrow) for National Poetry Writing Month. This villanelle is not following today’s prompt on ReadWritePoem. After first posting this poem, I may revise it in the hours, days, and weeks still to come. This poem is based on the bad colds my husband and I are weathering. Thanks to RL for feedback critique.

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IT’S GOING AROUND
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I might wake him with my sneezing
even after taking some pills,
or he might wake me with his coughing.
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Tonight we will separate, me sleeping
in the guest room with a single pillow.
I might wake him with my sneezing
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so each one of us will be setting
an alarm clock for the morning; still,
he might wake me with his coughing
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even before the birds do, chirping
love songs, boasts of beak or bill.
I might wake him with my sneezing
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and sometime all too soon, I’ll be exhaling
the last of life — breath, my vital will.
He won’t wake me, then, by choking
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back his tears. For now, I keep dreaming
that we’ll be aging side-by-side, at least until
he grows too deaf to hear my sneezing,
I grow too deaf to hear his coughing.
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by Therese L. Broderick
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#27 NaPoWriMo


………………………….WHY SHE WON’T GO PUBLIC

…………………………..Just one last patch of scraggly, thorned

…………………………..Underbrush still grows wild between two

…………………………..Neighbors’ flawlessly-razored lawns,

…………………………..Expertly-pruned shrubs and flower beds.

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…………………………..by Therese L. Broderick

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APRIL 27 — This is my poem #27 for National Poetry Writing Month, composed in response to a prompt on ReadWritePoemwrite an acrostic using a word closely associated with your own life. I chose my birthday month, “June.”  After first posting this poem, I will continue to revise it in the hours, days, and weeks after first posting.

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#26 NaPoWriMo

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APRIL 26 — This is my poem #26 for National Poetry Writing Month. Actually, it is only a very poor excuse for a poem. Blame it on my head cold.

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The Ten Cars
Which Just Sped Past Me:
a Zoology of Tail-Lights
 
Antelope
Boar
Crocodile
Flamingo
Koala Bear
Sea Lion
Shark
Tiger
Walrus
Zebra
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by Therese L. Broderick
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#25 NaPoWriMo

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APRIL 25 — Here is my poem #25 for National Poetry Writing Month, composed in response to a prompt on ReadWritePoem: write about the first words heard after reading this prompt.

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Untitled

I didn’t know you were in here so late
still writing at the kitchen table,
maybe tweaking a sonnet. Petrarchan?
You didn’t know I was hoping to come close
to rub your shoulders, kiss the top of your head.
What could you be thinking
or hearing, what can you know over there
all alone (so you presume)
struggling to perfect your love poem?
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by Therese L. Broderick
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NOTE TO READERS: After I first post these daily poems for NaPoWriMo, I continue to revise them in the hours, days, and weeks after the first post.
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#24 NaPoWriMo

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APRIL 24 — Here is my poem #24 for National Poetry Writing Month. This poem departs from today’s prompt on ReadWritePoem. 

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DECLINE  AND  FALL

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This morning I mowed the lawn, sliced dandelion heads
golden as an archipelago sunset
while the Greek realm fell.
 
For lunch I rinsed handfuls of grapes,
ate them with a glass of sparkling water
while cities like Athens fell even farther.
 
Later I re-read “The War Horse” by Eavan Boland,
admired its couplets, its heroic rhymes
while Greece the nation fell into decline.
 
Tonight my daughter got dressed for the prom,
a temple goddess, hair coiled and loose,
while Hellas came close, closer, to ruin.
 
Before logging out I do one last image search
for the Great Wall of clusters and superclusters,
for Orion, for the Cygnus constellation.
Still, ceaselessly, civilization falls.
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by Therese L. Broderick
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#23 NaPoWriMo

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APRIL 23 — Here’s my poem #23 for National Poetry Writing Month, composed in response to a prompt on ReadWritePoem: couple the poem with an unlikely voice or occasion.

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PLATES OF GLASS

~Song of a Stretch Limo Driver (with apologies to Walt Whitman)

I drive anyone anywhere
I drive businessmen, mothers & wives, teenagers in love, the regular guy
I drive the family, the office workers, the wedding party, the swim team
I drive them to the party, conference, church, airport, college or sports arena
I drive them to the independent bookstore
I drive on roads or highways, trails or byways, freeways or thruways
I drive in good weather or bad, in storms and heat waves and droughts
I drive to the left, or to the right, or around around the rotary
I drive on time, night or day, weekends and holidays
I drive with the music off or on as the listener prefers, and whatever volume
I drive AM or FM, tweet or txt or IM
I drive throughout New York, California, North Dakota, Louisiana
I drive across bridges, covered or suspension, Brooklyn or San Francisco
I drive with credentials, licenses, permits, and insurance
I drive with ten or fourteen windows, with heat or air conditioning
I drive with my hat and gloves on, a tip of the hat, a shake of the hand
I drive with a supply of ice cubes
I drive on ferries passing across the waters
I drive where no poet has ever gone before
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by Therese L. Broderick
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#22 NaPoWriMo

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APRIL 22 — Here’s my poem #22 for National Poetry Writing Month, composed in response to a word bank prompt on ReadWritePoem. I used all words except “emporium” (I already wrote a poem about an emporium): crow, dizzy, fierce, flinch, pepper, reverberate, rust, saffron, squall, tendril, tomorrow. This sports report is invented.

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…………………….THREE POINTER
 
…………………….two seconds left
…………………….no time to flinch, so he takes
…………………….the shot
 
…………………….ball hits the rim, goes dizzy,
…………………….rolls around in the tendrils
…………………….of the net, falls through
 
…………………….the squall of fans
…………………….goes wild, bleachers reverb-
…………………….erating with horns, hoots, fierce shrieks
 
…………………….the Saffrons beat the Peppers
…………………….by just one point 
…………………….in overtime
 
…………………….(tomorrow night don’t miss
…………………….the Rustlers vs. the Crows)
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…………………….by Therese L. Broderick
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