Beauty · Hope · NaPoWriMo · Poetry

Double Life/NaPoWriMo Day 15

I’ve been married twice,
to two men.

I have two sons,
who were born within two years.

I have two great loves,
God and people.

I also love
color and yarn.

I love two ends of the age spectrum,
old people and babies.

I’ve had more than two troubles,
which always seem to come in threes.

I’ve lost family and friends,
and watched both suffer.

I’ve seen new babies born,
almost at the same time we lost someone.

I’ve seen too many bad things,
but I’ve seen more beauty by far.

Life is a paradox.
It is complicated and simple.

There are days when I want to give up,
but I’ll never give up because life is beautiful.

© Elaine Wood-Lane

And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Because today marks the halfway point in our 30-day sprint, today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates the idea of doubles. You could incorporate doubling into the form, for example, by writing a poem in couplets. Or you could make doubles the theme of the poem, by writing, for example, about mirrors or twins, or simply things that come in pairs. Or you could double your doublings by incorporating things-that-come-in-twos into both your subject and form. Happy writing!

NaPoWriMo · Poetry · Weather

Spring Time Weather/NaPoWriMo Day 14

Spring time weather,
No matter where you are,
Is always full of surprises.

Today it will be heaven,
74 and fair,
Saturday it will be snowy,
Windy and cold,
Full of Arctic air.

I have flowers to plant,
Flowers to save,
Why oh why can’t
We just keep
The nice days?

© Elaine Wood-Lane

My writing brain is fried this morning, hence this little simple poem about the weather. It’s rather like being in an elevator with one other stranger. One always ends up talking about the weather. Have a wonderful day, whatever your weather today!

Daily Life · NaPoWriMo · Poetry · Work

Monday, Monday/NaPoWriMo Day 11

Monday, Monday,
how many of you have
I lived in my lifetime?

You’re not blue
like you used to be,
nor red either!

In my blue Monday days,
thinking of going to work
made me, well, blue!

In my red Monday days,
I started feeling anxious
and angry on Sunday afternoons.

Mondays are now rosy pink,
because they are peaceful,
calm and, I think,
full of love and purpose.

I finally found my favorite color!

© Elaine Wood-Lane

Beauty · Hope · NaPoWriMo · Nature · Poetry · Seasons

Pretty Yellow Crocus/NaPoWriMo Day 8

I see you little flowers,
peeking out
of dead leaves!

I’m so glad to see you,
I laugh and smile
with glee.

You are so very brave,
as you stretch
your tiny heads,
weeks before
the other flowers
awake from the dead.

You, my little lovelies,
are the harbinger of spring,
of hope–
for warmer, longer days ahead,
for sunshine, clear skies,
for life!

© Elaine Wood-Lane


humor · NaPoWriMo · Poetry

Cupcake/NaPoWriMo Day 6


“Hey, Cupcake,
why dontcha come over here
and tell me how a beautiful dame
like you ended up in a place like this?”

“Cupcake” walked over slowly, stealthily,
towards the plaid-shirted man who
was so loud, sloppy and obnoxious that
she was tempted to dump the
entire pot of coffee onto his head.
It would be an improvement to his
hairstyle to say the least!

Instead, the petite redhead
in the pink serving uniform,
with a name tag plainly giving
her name as “Eileen,”
managed to smile sweetly
and say, “Now, Boyd! You
know my name ain’t Cupcake!
Why sugar, I’m not that sweet!”

Boyd took the toothpick
out of his mouth long enough
to ask, “Well, do you have
any of those bacon maple
pancake cupcakes left? If so,
you might eat one to sweeten
your disposition. Either that
or bring me one, Eileen.”

Eileen winked saucily,
bounced away with a definite
ba-da-boom to her hips,
and said, “Honey, just for
that, I’ll bring you two!”

Boyd laughed quietly,
picked up his newspaper,
and wondered if any of
the other customers
would ever know that
he and the lovely Eileen
had been married for
25 years next fall.

Theirs was a marriage
baked in Cupcake heaven.

© D. Elaine Wood-Lane


Today’s challenge was to write about food. I’ve been craving cupcakes, to the point that I bought a cupcake magazine the other day. I mean to write about the cupcakes, but the poem took on a life of it’s own.

Beauty · NaPoWriMo · Nature · Poetry

Plain Living/NaPoWriMo Day 5

Spring Watercolor, D. Elaine Wood-Lane 2003

I yearn for plain living,
simple days with a
slower pace and a quietness
not found typically in our
loud and modern world.

Today our power was out
while our system was upgraded.
I got my wish for plain living,
but only for a day.

At first, I found myself
feeling lost without the comforting hum
of the refrigerator or the buzz
of the light bulbs while sitting
in my writer’s nesting area.

Outside our double-paned windows,
I heard a mourning dove coo
amidst the excited twittering
of spring time birds.

I walked outside and found
the snow and ice of last week
didn’t kill my crocus,
but instead left a lively purple
flower rising in defiance
from the plain brown grass
surrounding it.

Life abounded around me.
I saw a deer jump a fence in midtown,
my squirrel friends robbing the
bird seed supply, aka the bird feeder,
and just enough rain to make
it look like an old man had
spit upon the ground while
telling a good joke.

With or without electricity,
life still abounds.
Beauty is still enjoyed.
Sunshine is still free.

© D. Elaine Wood-Lane





Dreams · NaPoWriMo · Poetry

I Once Had A Dream/NaPoWriMo Day 4

I once had a dream,
horrible and cruel;
imagine my horror
when it later came true.

I woke up for months
with tears on my face,
the dream kept recurring,
my heart broke each night,
until finally I slept,
God gave me some grace.

I once had a dream,
of moving into a house,
it was Victorian and yellow,
three stories and huge.

All of my family and friends
showed up there,
to help me move in,
and to show me their care.

At the end of the day,
my nearest and dearest,
hearts of my heart,
all got together to sit
on the edge of the tub,
our feet in the water,
as we shared laughter
and love.

Every so often,
that dream still recurs,
or I’ll catch a glimmer of it,
in the warmth of a hug.

It hasn’t come true yet,
and when it does,
well, I can’t tell,
for that old house is heaven,
the tub is eternal,
the laughter is life
and God is the love.

© Elaine Wood-Lane

I wrote this last night, just before going to sleep. I’ve truly had both of these dreams. In the first one, in early November, 1986, I dreamt my brother Joe was in a car accident and was badly hurt. He was killed in a car accident on December 24, 1986. I’ve yet to get over that one. Joe was such a tender hearted man and had always been my hero. 

The second dream is truly a recurring dream. I used to have it all the time, but dreams elude me more these days as I don’t sleep much at all without sleeping pills and, alas, I don’t dream much. I still love this dream when I have it. I always wake up feeling warm and glowing.