Bridges|NaPoWriMo Day 28

I grew up in West Texas,
where bridges are few
and far between.

Rivers are rare
and often bare,
no water to be seen.

Lubbock County
has but one little bridge
over a little dry draw.

I went to San Francisco,
where bridges abound,
and was completely awed.

I went on the Oakland,
plus the Golden Gate,
and fell completely in love.

I loved seeing
the blue waters below
and the big blue sky above.

Now I live in Colorado,
where rivers
and bridges are many.

I’ve walked across the
Royal Gorge bridge,
totally worth the penny!

I’ve been converted
to bridges you know,
they thrill and mystify me.

I still love best,
the great big ones,
that span a deep blue sea.

© Elaine Wood-Lane

Today’s challenge was to write a poem about bridges. A bridge is a powerful metaphor, and when you start looking for bridges in poems, you find them everywhere. Your poem could be about a real bridge or an imaginary or ideal bridge. It could be one you cross every day, or one that simply seems to stand for something larger – for the idea of connection or distance, for the idea of movement and travel and new horizons.

Growing up in a place with few real bridges, they seemed a bit scary. However, after crossing the Oakland Bay Bridge (Bay Bridge to the locals), over that dark water at night, I was hooked! Since then I’ve ridden and walked on many bridges and even gone under a few by boat (ferry in San Francisco) and by train (under the Royal Gorge in Colorado). Bridges are fun!

Love and peace, Elaine

Starting My Day|A Hay(na)ku|NaPoWriMo Day 27

is purple
and gold now.

need to
write and pray.

is how
I start days.

pray you
peace and love.

© Elaine Wood-Lane

And today’s prompt – optional, as always — comes to us from Vince Gotera. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince, the hay(na)ku is a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem. For example, you could write a hay(na)ku sonnet, like the one that Vince himself wrote back during NaPoWriMo 2012!

An interesting form I had not heard of before. I love short form poems, like the haiku and now the hay(na)ku. They require me to condense my thoughts and feelings and I really like it because what comes out is often more meaningful than a poem or essay with too many words. Less is more, to me, for certain!

Peace and love, Elaine

Buddy Speaks|NaPoWriMo Day 26

Hey! It’s 3:00 AM!
Time for Sweetie
to get up!
she sleeps in
until 5:30 AM.

Now that I’ve
as Sweetie
puts it,
and eaten,
it’s nap time
for me!

She really is
a sweetie.
I can see
why Honey
calls her that.

She takes
care of me,
lets me
share her food,
and sleep
on her lap.

I’m sure glad
she found me
at that truck stop.
It was so cold and
I was so hungry.

She walked out
of the store,
I ran up to her,
looked up into
her pretty
blue eyes,
tilted my head
a little to the right
(like Mama
taught me),
and the rest,
as they say,
was history!

She picked me up,
gave me
her burrito,
and let me sleep
on her lap.
I was muddy
and wet, but
she just
let me sleep,
all the way
to Colorado!

She calls me “Buddy”
’cause I’m friendly
to nearly everyone,
except scary people,
cats, and tree rats.
I always warn her
about those guys!
I don’t want her
to get hurt!

Oh, she’s
awake again!

Time for me
to go!

We’re supposed
to go for a walk
this morning.

I saw that tree rat
outside again and
I swear he was
taunting me!

I can’t wait until
I get hold of
that cheeky
little devil…

Buddy Lane,
Sweetie’s Assistant

© Elaine Wood-Lane (Sweetie)

Today’s prompt: Write a persona poem – a poem in the voice of someone else. Your persona could be a mythological or fictional character, a historical figure, or even an inanimate object.

Needless to say, I wrote my poem in the voice of my 13 pound Chihuahua, Buddy Lane. The story he tells is true. Alan does call me Sweetie and I do call him Honey. Oh, and Buddy does wake me up at 3:00 AM every single day. It’s ok, though, because no one is perfect, right?

Peace and love, Elaine