Stormy Fantasy~NaPoWriMo #30~By Me

*Sigh* I have reached the end of the month. I have written 30 poems in 30 days. To be honest I didn't know if I would make it on some days. On others it was a breeze to write. BUT, I'm happy to have accomplished this goal.

I'm not going to go into a long spill about this one. It's pretty self-explanatory. I will say the challenge was to take a line we liked from a list of them and turn it into a poem. I took the line "the raindrops rustle the leaves" from Laughing Dove.

Here's today's entry.

"Caught in the rain" by AuroraChrimsa

Stormy Fantasy

Just once,
I want to
make love
in the rain.
You and I,
alone in the woods,
surrounded by nature
as it takes a bath.
The trees
will cover us.
Raindrops will fall
and rustle the leaves.
Providing a symphony
of sounds to romance us.
As we reach the peak
of our pleasure
lightning will flash,
thunder will boom,
allowing the world
to explode with us
in harmony.

© April 30, 2009 by Lori

Sea Turtle~NaPoWriMo #29~By Me

Yesterday, while out and about, we went to a place I've never been. Do you drink out of glass glasses? Do you go to a restaurant that serves beverages in glass glasses? 10 to 1 say they came from my area.

Libby Glass is one of the largest glass markers in the U.S. They have a factory outlet about 20 minutes from me. I went there and was in hog heaven. They have the most outstanding plates, glasses of all kinds, even flatware. They also sell knick-knacks. One such thing inspired this poem.

Here's today's entry.

Sea Turtle

I’m out of my element.
Supposed to be in water,
but now I live on top
of a sub woofer.

I burn from a light
behind my back.
I miss the sun
on my shell.

Nothing reminds me
of the past.
Everything is
fresh and new.
What happened to yesterday?
What happens tomorrow?

My life is uncharted.
My plans have gone haywire.
All that’s left is
the dream of what
could have been.

© April 29, 2009 by Lori

Lunch Time Visions~Three In One Blog~By Me

Cant Take My Eyes Off You - Lady Antebellum

Today's challenge was to write about the color red. Though that is a favorite of someone close to me, I failed. I don't know why I keep failing in these tasks, but I guess I don't need to be "perfect" in everything I do ;o) LOL.

Sometimes you can look at a scene and can describe everything you see. As a writer this is a good thing. We can see things others can't at times. At other times you can only focus on one thing. Even a writer sometimes find it hard to draw their eye away from an amazing sight. This poem is about that.

I hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing. Of course I would like it. It's on one of my favorite subject ;o) LOL.

Here's today's entry.

The picture is to show you what soft, rich Volcanic Island brown eyes look like. Don't they make YOU want to drool :oP?

Lunch Time Vision

I’m supposed to write a poem
about all the things
red I saw today.
Other than a red plate
and red lights
I don’t remember much.
But, let me tell you
the colors I did see.

I saw a shirt
made of a beautiful shade
of blue with white stripes.
I love that Polo
for I know
what’s underneath.
There is a heart
made of glass.
It's been shattered
more times than
he can count.
But it's filled
with so much love.
There’s a strong chest
which I’ve laid
my head on numerous times.
There are arms
which hug with tenderness.
And connected to those arms
are two hands which know
only gentleness
when they touch me.

I saw a pair of
stone wash blue jeans.
They framed a butt
which makes me drool.
I know what hides
beneath
those pants too.
But, that’s a poem for another day.
Not to mention, of a different kind.
Needless to say
I’m very satisfied
when those jeans
slide off
those handsome legs.

I saw a pair of
soft, rich, Volcanic Island brown eyes
set in a gorgeous face
I’ve caressed
a thousand times,
if not more.
They make me
weak in the knees
when they glance my way.
Even if it’s to wink
and then pretend
to rub those winning eyes
so no one will think
the wink was for them.
I adore looking
into those eyes
and seeing a wish for more
staring back at me.

I saw an appealing,
kissable,
sensual, and,
delicious mouth.
It has the
power
to raise goose bumps.
But it also has
a double-edged
sword
when it feels hurt.
Most of all
it knows how to say
words
no one has dared
utter before.
It talks about love,
desires, life, children,
work, and dreams.
When it’s pressed to mine
I understand the meaning of
paradise,
happiness,
pleasure, and,
heaven on earth.

What I’m trying to say
is I saw a lot today.
But it all falls short
when compared to
the beauty I saw
when I looked at
you.

© April 28, 2009 by Lori

Link back to the Poetry Wednesday tour on Laurita's page

Lunacy~NaPoWriMo #27~By Me

When I saw the challenge this morning this poem was already forming in my head. It didn't take long to write. I sent it to a friend of mine and he said "I like the way you twisted it around to make it pass by them all like a school bus route weaving through the streets to get all the kids picked up." I decided to run with that image and try to find a picture to match that. This is what I found. It suited us both, so I'm using it LOL.

Today's challenge was to use the words: lunacy, hardscrabble, veins, leaking, cadence, crystalline, specimen, backwards, piggy banks, impossible, wicked, and nascent. I was able to use them all.

Anyway, here's today's entry.

This picture can be found here. I don't know who took it though.

Lunacy

My brain must be
leaking in my old age.
My veins must be
closing off the air to my head.
I’ve always been ass backwards.
Where did I ever get the idea
I could do the impossible!?

I’m going to have
to break the piggy banks to go.
It’s not like I live a
hardscrabble existence,
but this is an expense
unthought of until now.

Let me make myself
crystal clear.
I’m doing this for me!
No one else but the person
who has lived inside
and denied herself
this dream for too long.

I’m not a nascent.
I’m not a specimen
they can explore
because of my age.
I’m not wicked
in the sense that I think
I’m wonderful
for taking this step.
It’s crazy!

Whatever!
I want to dance
to a different tune.
I want to enjoy
a more unique cadence.
I want to write
my own crescendo opera.
I want to sing
a new song.
One that is just for me.

The question is:
Do I have the faith it is going to take
to accomplish this dream?

© April 27, 2009 by Lori

The Queen's Mirror~NaPoWriMo #26~By Me

With 19 minutes to spare there's no time for explanations or introductions. So here's today's entry.

Artwork by audpod

The Queen’s Mirror

When I look inside myself
I always find the same old thing.
No matter how hard I try
my father still lives inside of me.
Not a day goes by I’m not remind
of him in some small way.
Whether I’m wearing blue
and recall that was his favorite color.
Or whether I’m listening
to the radio and think he might
like the song playing.
The only way he lives
is with each breath I take.

When I look inside myself
I always find the same old thing.
My family is inside me.
No matter where I look
I always find something from them.
Whether I’m looking in the mirror
and seeing my mother’s face.
Or when I look in the eyes of my children
and see myself looking back.
Without my family
I wouldn’t be complete.

When I look inside myself
I always find something new.
The love of friends live inside of me.
Whether I’m at the computer
chatting in e-mail all day.
Or when I’m on the phone
laughing up a storm at something they’ve said.
Without friends life wouldn’t be
worthy sharing.

When I look inside myself
I always find something new.
You are the biggest part of me.
Your love makes my mind spin,
my heart beat,
and my soul sing.
Whether I’m far away,
or right beside you,
when I look in your eyes
I see home.

The best thing about looking inside myself
is I can see a new person.
For so long I’ve hidden behind a mask
so the outside world couldn’t hurt me.
Now I know the only one who was hurting me
was myself.
I can be me and still experience
life to the fullest.
I can give love,
be loved,
enjoy happiness,
and experience sadness.
For all of those things live inside us all.
To key to life is feeling them.

© April 26, 2009 by Lori

Love In Disguise~NaPoWriMo #25~By Me

Well I'm cutting it close tonight LOL. Been watching movies while I pondered the challenge. I couldn't come up with anything to do with it, so I struck out on my own. It's not very good, I'm afraid. But, for some reason, I really like it :o).

Here's today's entry.

Artwork by BloodyRains

Love In Disguise

The colors of the rainbow
light up the night sky.
Reds, greens, blues, and yellow
shoot way up high.
Nature is alive and abuzz.
Animals frolic all around me.
My heart is sad and lonely.
Without my love I just can’t see
that it’s our love making the evening
seem like it’s burning.
When we’re not together even
the heavens feel us yearning.

“Turtle, Turtle, where is my turtle?”
“At home,” comes the answer from a bear.
“Where you should be, Sweetie,
if only you dared.”
“Why is he there on a night like this?” I loudly cry.
“We should be making love under the moon.”
“He’s with you where it counts,” says the bear.
“But I want him now!” With me, the wind screams in tune.

“Baby, Baby, why have you gone?”
“He’s not gone,” says the impatient bear.
“You just can’t see him.
But, don’t fret! He still cares.”
“I know,” I whisper to the silenced wind.
“He’s where he should be, I guess.”
“Love has no end,”
the gentle bear moves toward me.
“Even when you’re apart,”
he kisses my forehead and tenderly says,
“you still have the keys to his heart.”

© April 25, 2009 by Lori

Lover's Leftovers~NaPoWriMo #24~By Me

Not really feeling up to a lengthy introduction today, so here's the poem. Take it for what it's worth.

Artwork found by TLB here.

Lover’s Leftovers

Someone softly snoring.
The humming air conditioner.
The keys going clickety-clack as I pound out words.
The dogs, in the living room, carrying on a ruckus.
The ones on the bed in dog dreamland.
All of these signify my house at rest.

The only sound I can't hear is my heartbeat.
It's over forty miles away laying in peaceful sleep.
How I wish, on this night, it blocked out the noise instead.

© April 24, 2009 by Lori