Day 20 NaPoWriMo 2020
Parrot green tunic
with hand painted folk dancers
and preening peacock,
receiving true art from an
Labor of Love
Pickled seeds of dried
mangoes, pickled goodness
aft-dinner mouth freshener
munch, crunch, with much thankfulness.
Notes: Day 20 of NaPoWriMo 2020. Today’s prompt:
Today, in gratitude for making it to Day 20, our (optional) prompt asks you to write a poem about a handmade or homemade gift that you have received. It could be a friendship bracelet made for you by a grade-school classmate, an itchy sweater from your Aunt Louisa, a plateful of cinnamon toast from your grandmother, a mix-tape from an old girlfriend. And whatever gift you choose, we wish you happy writing!
On-prompt tankas. Really grateful to two individuals, who are special and provide me with such thoughtful (and useful), and beautiful gifts – true labor of love.
Day 18 NaPoWriMo 2020
(Photo by Aashish Vaidya)
Complexly Simple: Oregon Strawberries
On the vine in cool nights, sipping in morning dew
soaking in warm rays of late spring sun,
unhurriedly taking its time to grow,
hiding under dense foliage, the pickers
on proposal pose, pluck four or five at a time,
before carefully placing them in buckets.
From there within a day, a quick journey to the store
And in my hands – the tiny, deep red, pieces of goodness.
Plucking the cap and promptly popping in my mouth,
irresistible pieces of fruity, sugary goodness,
the delicious, perfect slices of heaven
quickly melts, promptly releasing a cocktail of
dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin, and endorphins.
It can’t get more complex than this
It doesn’t get more simple than this.
Notes: Day 18 of NaPoWriMo 2020. Today’s prompt:
Our optional prompt for the day also honors the idea of Saturday (the Saturdays of the soul, perhaps?), by challenging you to write an ode to life’s small pleasures. Perhaps it’s the first sip of your morning coffee. Or finding some money in the pockets of an old jacket. Discovering a bird’s nest in a lilac bush or just looking up at the sky and watching the clouds go by.
Not much to say on this one – if you haven’t experienced Oregon strawberries, you haven’t lived a good life. And that is not hyperbole.