Three little words I came to sing. InNaPoWriMo Day 29

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Blow, play, enjoy!

Three little surprises I hide and seek:

pick-

a-

boo!

1, 2, 3!

Three little steps I dare to take:

on

my

way!

1, 2, 3!

Three little gifts are my best friends:

light

green

air

1, 2, 3!

Three little words I came to sing:

I

love

you!

Three

more

times

1, 2, 3!

I love you

You love me

Love

Love

Love

 

Cardinal Poetry Points. InNaPoWriMo Day 20.

cardinal pointsThere were

20 days.

Under silent autumn

golden April spreads a subtle light.

(Southern season)

 

They were missing:

4 days (ok, maybe 6 or 5).

Under a delicious nap rug

poems dreamt of floating dust.

(Southern vagrancy, I didn’t write a damn word)

 

There are culprits:

a bunch of days found guilty.

Under the inner court

my alter-ego stamps her judgment.

(Western psycho thing)

 

8, 10, 15 & 17 no poem was to be seen

under the InNaPoWriMo

nor 20, 21, 22, 23

in my tag cloud bin.

(Northern precise accountancy)

 

16 times came here

a spelling spell.

Under a whispering presence

poems were born this spirited month.

(Eastern mystical touch)

 

Just then life jumped in

under the rhythm of its tambourine.

Hospitals, blood donation,

hard school meetings,

unexpected family fights.

No open portal,

no poetry

no exit.

Just

one

thing:

a

new

me.

(No South, no North, no East, no West…

we’re all facing our destiny)

Social Media Reflection. InNaPoWriMo Day 19.

my mom, the best follower you can ever getThe day has come

when I got more likes

from strangers

visiting

my little greenhouse

than from my own mom.

My stats are raising

my hands start shaking

Ricky Astley

reveals my age and

it will take a strong, strong (wo)man

to ever let my mom go.

Let Facebook aching

let twitter breaking

I owe my public

but time has come

I’m thinking to leave you alone

reading this poem now.

She is

my favorite fan

I’m sorry folks

but I’ll let you go

I’ll close my browser

and you know, you know

you know

I’ll call her

before I let the dark night go.

Mother. InNaPoWriMo Day 18.

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Mother

a single word

embracing all.

Mother

a single feeling

supporting home.

Mother,

I’m still your child

even though you are old.

Your colorful tapestry

may soon be finished

in the loom of life.

We talk about it

you’re satisfied

so am I.

One day you’ll be gone

a barren land

that gave it all.

Nothing to be seen

just a reminiscence

soft

so soft

Mother

oh,

Mother!…

I love you so