The Redwoods

Day 29 NaPoWriMo 2018

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I keep my head in the clouds, Sylvia. I keep myself damp,
soaking in the moisture from the Pacific Ocean.
Why fear the ants and fire? I am resilient.

You do hear the Pacific Ocean in me,
Don’t you?
I am no void, I am life personified.

But, hate is on the rise.
Fake truths is what everyone is fixated on,
Lies make rounds like an eagle, hovering.

Day in and day out, I play sentry to the skies,
Let your wings grow, join me and feel
The calm, the silence.

Except when from below, the fossilized
Smoke rises and threatens my very existence
The rain instead of nurturing, pierces me.

Hundreds of years of sunrises and sunsets
Nurtured me as I become a sanctuary
The understory have tales to tell: the madrones, the fungi, the ferns.

I rise like a tower, forty stories above the ground
The fierce winds which were benign,
Now carries the seeds of my own mortality.

The fog, that served as my natural air conditioner
Now is devoid of moisture,
How would those berries grow and the bears be fed?

I shouldn’t care, why should I care?
Let it all self-destruct like you.
Give up this struggle – this desire to be loved.

But I have affinity to all those things that has a spark
A light that shines in me and I see in others
The same light that powers our sun and the stars.

Time flows, as it inevitably does,
I personify those that come and go,
Even it the scale is different for me and you.

If I am capable of longevity than my
Trunk and the top canopy will soak
In life from every leaf and every branch.

In the nectar of new dawn,
From the ashes the phoenix shall rise and will proclaim those virtues
That justify life, that justify life, that justify life.

Notes
Today’s prompt was:

And now for our daily prompt (optional, as always). Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem based on the Plath Poetry Project’s calendar. Simply pick a poem from the calendar, and then write a poem that responds or engages with your chosen Plath poem in some way.

I chose Sylvia Plath’s Poem Elm
I took the point of view of the Redwoods, to provide almost a counter-point, sort of an opposite poem to Plath.

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Postcard from Tuscany

Day 28 NaPoWriMo 2018
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Ciao ragazzo! Here’s something to make you jealous – the vineyards on gentle rolling hills, diffused light like a perpetual golden hour, and basking in that light, the sun-drenched villas. Last night, at the farm-stay, we were seated on the garden terrace with a young friendly french couple. They were not snooty at all.  The architect turned chef and the crew were serving a 4-course meal.  The courses were progressing leisurely and the wine was flowing freely.  We conversed with other guests, too.  Longer with the Belgian family, with the two high school girls. The ones with whom, your usually reticent nephews were clearly flirting with.  And during this evening’s visit to classic chianti vineyard, the pretty young sommelier was hitting on your older nephew. Maybe it is something in the water. Very tempting to pull a Diane Lane in Under the Tuscan Sun. Alas this is real life and not a movie. But we still have couple of days of left to enjoy la dolce vita. The vino, the cibo, the formaggi, and the vino. Buonasera!

Notes
Today’s prompt was:
Following the suggestion of our craft resource, we challenge you today to draft a prose poem in the form/style of a postcard. If you need some inspiration, why not check out some images of vintage postcards? I’m particularly fond of this one.

Couldn’t help but write about snippets of our visit to Tuscany, last summer (August 2017), in a form of a postcard to my brother.

Word List:
Ciao ragazzo – literally hello/goodbye boy. We heard this greeting, actually they were usually saying Ciao ragazzi or hello boys, in Venice when we were walking around early morning before sunrise. The locals were greeting each other using this phrase.
La dolce vita – the sweet life
Vino – wine
Cibo – food
Forgmaggi – cheeses
Buonasera – good evening.