#APRPAD: Day 8 – Transcendent Flower

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Every had those moments when linear thought just seems to be wishful thinking and the train of your thoughts boards a roller coaster ride at the speed of light as you pass through a wormhole into parts of the universe unknown?

Poetic Asides Write a doodle poem
NaPoWriMo.net Write about a flower

Death By Meeting

By: Meena Rose

It starts with a swirl;
Big loops engulfing smaller ones;
At some point, the zigzags start.

Circles, stars and half moons;
An attempt at a rose and always a cat;
That’s how it always is

When pen takes to paper
Especially when entrapped and
My mind nears explosion.

Jasmine Rides The Breeze

By: Meena Rose

I’m no master gardener
Or a mediocre one or a noob.
I do appreciate the colors – the
Pageantry of these things called
Flowers – You see, I hardly know
Any by name except for jasmine.

When jasmine rides that breeze
On a hot summer’s day – the days,
Months and years melt away – I am there
On that swing in my grandmother’s
Garden pretending that I could fly –
Timeless innocence and unlimited freedom.

Her easy smile made up for hips, lips and style.

Links to other #aprpad contributions:

#APRPAD: Day 1 – Just Fooling Myself

#APRPAD: Day 2 – So It Was Said

#APRPAD: Day 3 – Pride and Prejudice

#APRPAD: Day 4 – Monday Unraveled

#APRPAD: Day 5 -Heirlooms, Experience and Lack Thereof

#APRPAD: Day 6 – An Ekphrastic Foodie

#APRPAD: Day 7 – My First Tritina

#APRPAD: Day 7 – My First Tritina

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A week of poetry so far. At two poems a day, that fourteen and for the most part, I am pleased with my performance. The last poem I wrote in this venue dates back to June 2015. That was quite the harried and albeit distracted period of my creative life. Nevertheless, poetic stamina is still raging through my veins and with any luck, I do have 3 PAD weeks left in me.

This morning finds me squeezing my brain to stitch together a tritina. The tritina is a shorter cousin to the sestina, involving three, three-line stanzas, and a final concluding line. Three “end words” are used to conclude the lines of each stanza, in a set pattern of ABC, CAB, BCA, and all three end words appear together in the final line.

Poetic Asides Write an “Urban (blank)” poem
NaPoWriMo.net Write about a tritina

Urban Love Affairs

By: Meena Rose

Mountain views, river views;
A city of roses;
Food carts galore.

Saturday Market and fleet week;
A city-scape both intimate and grand;
Portland, you, I adore.

Discovering Melody

By: Meena Rose

She had no discernible hips
And pale flat lips;
Was dressed in her Mama’s style.

Afros and bellbottoms, that was her style;
She wiggled her hips
And puckered her lips

Hoping to plant a kiss on his sweet lips
And that he’d see beneath the style
And find that swing in her hips.

Her easy smile made up for hips, lips and style.

Links to other #aprpad contributions:

#APRPAD: Day 1 – Just Fooling Myself

#APRPAD: Day 2 – So It Was Said

#APRPAD: Day 3 – Pride and Prejudice

#APRPAD: Day 4 – Monday Unraveled

#APRPAD: Day 5 -Heirlooms, Experience and Lack Thereof

#APRPAD: Day 6 – An Ekphrastic Foodie

#APRPAD: Day 6 – An Ekphrastic Foodie

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How did we get so far into April this quickly? This year, April seems to be flying. Is it just me or is your fast forward button engaged as well?

Poetic Asides Write an Ekphrastic poem
NaPoWriMo.net Write about your favorite food
Portrait of A Heart

Christian Schloe – Portrait of a Heart

“To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.”
~ Federico García Lorca -Blood Wedding and Yerma

Soul Sisters

By: Meena Rose

At first, they had no clue;
They’d come into this world
For a singular mission –
No one had any debrief notes.

Little by little, bit by bit,
Their blazing hearts couldn’t be confined,
Limited or restricted – so they expanded;
They were destined to.

Within each, an inner light glowed and pulsed;
A signal only the kindred could receive – life
Was reduced to a game of Marco Polo while
The matrix formed.

A sisterhood of flaming hearts and inspired living;
Each woman distinct from the other – simply
Bound by a credo of
Positive intention.

Fig-uratively Speaking

By: Meena Rose

She never fig-ured out
How fig and Newton came to be.

Perhaps, Sir Isaac visited Babylon
When joy struck him upon the head.

Fig-ments of her hyperactive imagination;
Sweet sticky goodness stuck between her teeth.

Links to other #aprpad contributions:

#APRPAD: Day 1 – Just Fooling Myself

#APRPAD: Day 2 – So It Was Said

#APRPAD: Day 3 – Pride and Prejudice

#APRPAD: Day 4 – Monday Unraveled

#APRPAD: Day 5 -Heirlooms, Experience and Lack Thereof

#APRPAD: Day 5 -Heirlooms, Experience and Lack Thereof

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Welcome back to my poetry. Sorry for the delay. I have been busy dealing with the aftermath of my malfunctioning vehicle – luckily, everything is covered by warranty. I get my sweet ride back next week on Thursday. Tuesday, ergo Day 5, was the day that I discovered Enterprise Rent A Car was basically sold out in the whole state of Oregon thanks to the Honda and Acura recall. This, of course, sent me on my own tailspin of thought pertaining to the rental car business supply chain modeling parameters for optimizing fleet size and keeping inventory and operational costs down. But, enough with Enterprise and on to poetry.

Poetic Asides Write an experience poem / Write an inexperience poem
NaPoWriMo.net Write about an heirloom seed

#IChooseBliss

By: Meena Rose

I spent my years learning;
Now I spend infinite minutes unlearning.

Experiences, once experienced,
Now candidates for a re-experience.

A new path and a new trail to a
Well known destination;

The same path and same trail to a
Different destination;

Sometimes, IT is the experience;
Sometimes, I am the experience;

I can only confess to my inexperience
Whenever bliss chooses me.

I can however confess to my experience
Whenever I make a choice.

Abu Rawan

By: Meena Rose

Who knew? I mean, who really knew?
My favorite fleshy sink my teeth
Into Heaven and beyond feel bliss
In the now complete taste overload
kind of tomato and I
Share a common birthplace and time.

Hardy and prolific, an unavoidable outcome,
Yet sweet and lush and generous;
Yours is a story that matches that of your
People – a beautiful resilience that glows
From within.

Links to other #aprpad contributions:

#APRPAD: Day 1 – Just Fooling Myself

#APRPAD: Day 2 – So It Was Said

#APRPAD: Day 3 – Pride and Prejudice

#APRPAD: Day 4 – Monday Unraveled

#APRPAD: Day 4 – Monday Unravelled

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Welcome to the first Monday of the April PAD season. Poetry or not, Mondays are Mondays and this one was no different. In addition to all things Monday, mine featured my car breaking down albeit under the best circumstances possible – after I had just pulled into my own driveway.

Poetic Asides Write a distance poem
NaPoWriMo.net Write about a the most horrible month

The Unraveling

By: Meena Rose

He reeled her in – hook,
Line and sinker. His magnetism
Undeniable and ever conquering.

Half a world away, time was never
In her favor. Sleep is for wimps
She thought as she blinked again.

The text message never got sent;
She fell asleep and he lost connection;
The distance and the not knowing

And the assuming and the projecting –
All those things that two people in a room
Have little reason to do – that was their norm.

Distance was extinct between those two hearts;
Distance was the white elephant disrupting
Their embrace.

She reeled him in – hook,
Line and sinker. Her love
Unconditional and ever expanding.

Half a world away, time was not
In his favor. She is my home
He thought as he looked up to the stars.

Distance caved and time collapsed;
No one could stop the unraveling
As her body crashed into his.

The Ides of Winter

By: Meena Rose

Some beware the ides of March
While others proclaim that April
Is the cruelest of months.

For me, it is the false spring
Which tricks nature into bloom
Two months too soon.

Links to other #aprpad contributions:

#APRPAD: Day 1 – Just Fooling Myself

#APRPAD: Day 2 – So It Was Said

#APRPAD: Day 3 – Pride and Prejudice

#APRPAD: Day 3 – Pride and Prejudice

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Things are definitely heating up with Day 3 of the PAD season. Seemingly divergent prompts that seem to overlap in the recesses of my mind. I am definitely glad that I have returned to writing poetry. At the very least, I feel good about the practice and myself.

Poetic Asides Take the phrase “Three (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase.
NaPoWriMo.net Write a fan poem

Three Flames

By: Meena Rose

Tea lights and prayers –
Three candles lit;
A vigil, a celebration, a remembrance.

One for the past and the path traveled;
Loved ones who call out from the Beyond –
A prayer of gratitude for a life well lived.

One for the present and the gifts it offers;
Abundance, love and bliss –
A prayer of gratitude for a life well lived.

One for the future and the hope that shimmers;
A life of intention and purpose –
A prayer of gratitude for a life well lived.

Jane Dearest

By: Meena Rose

Centuries and centuries ago,
You wove words together into
Tapestries that have withstood
Time and the erosion of our culture.

Centuries and centuries ago,
You captured an ideal of
Best intentions amid pride and prejudice;
Passions that could only be hinted at.

Centuries and centuries later,
Here I am with my own Mr. Darcy;
A new tapestry in the making –
Passion no longer inhibited.

Links to other #aprpad contributions:

#APRPAD: Day 1 – Just Fooling Myself

#APRPAD: Day 2 – So It Was Said

#APRPAD: Day 2 – So It Was Said

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Day 1 has been completed and on to Day 2. Warmth is beginning to flow once again thanks to the muse who is opting to stay and help me out. When one makes a personal commitment to stretch the boundaries of any craft they practice, the reward is highly personal. So it is with the NaPoWriMo season. I am writing for my own personal benefit and hopefully in time and with consistent diligent practice, I will arrive at where I believe my destination is. In the meantime, I plan on enjoying the scenery along the path.

Poetic Asides Write he said/she said poem
NaPoWriMo.net Write family portrait poem

Crown in Jeopardy

By: Meena Rose

And so she spoke her mind;
The words rushed out of her
Overwhelming the levees of
Decorum.

Her feelings smothered beneath
The weight of being the good wife,
The virtuous woman, and the binding knot
Of her vows.

The words emerged from her like
Birds taking to flight;
A hush and then a rush of sound;
Unrecognizable to her own ear.

Well, he just stared at her;
His eyes moist and his being in shock;
His queen endured a silent pain that
Should never have been.

He let her words wash over him and
Seep through him – a baptism of love
Unlike any other – when it subsided, he vowed
To make right by the woman who made him king.

The Lunar Family (Collum Lune)

By: Meena Rose

He searches for
The man he will become;
Sincerity meets whimsy.

She questions life;
Challenges dogma uncertain of outcomes;
Heart of gold.

The next she;
A human butterfly who can’t
See her beauty.

The final she;
Reaches for the stars always;
Determination fuels dreams.

Links to other #aprpad contributions:

#APRPAD: Day 1 – Just Fooling Myself