Today I am dealing with a computer crash and trying to recover lost writing and info, so the poem is a bit of a quick dash. I used the NaPoWriMo prompt to write a poem incorporating a regional or personal weather term, and added in the Poetic Asides call for a “lone” poem.
Lone puff of white in a summer sky,
I asked my Mom where are all the other clouds?
She said it was an orphan cloud,
solo and strong,
not lost, but exploring
the big blue,
just as we all do.
Following the NaPoWriMo.net prompt today to write a poem using the five senses. Was a bit short on time due to traveling, but did get some sense memory inspiration to write this short poem.
Inserting Our Daughters Into Memories Again
Even when they’re not with us, before they even were,
we remember them. Today it was on a plane, the last
time we flew to our once-home. The stench of jet fuel
filling the back of the cabin on take-off — how we worried
it might induce our youngest’s asthma. The sweet taste
of cold orange juice on our dry throats — remember how
our oldest called it orandu? The high-pitched shrieks
of a toddler, three rows back, tired and scared — we held
our girls, too. One on each of our laps. Their soft, warm
cheeks against ours as we intoned shh shh shh shh
like a prayer. And look, out the window. Those plush
clouds below. The sun’s spinning them into gold. Hurry,
take it all in before we blink and forget.