Final NaPoWriMo poem for April 2013

So, with my good friend, I was able to complete NaPoWriMo. I would recommend that, making a deal with a writing buddy and each night emailing them the fruits of your imaginative labor for the day.  I wrote a poem for each day in April, thirty in all.  I am only posting a few, and here’s the last one.    I had a blast!  Now, to get back to my novel…

Late Song  

a coffee cup  — empty

an open sound frayed at the gathering tips

the last lonely night ending in broken promises

nowhere to go – but up

 

            a deer and a jackrabbit reinvent time  —

Max Wolf Valerio ©  April 29, 2013

The Circle

Another poem plucked from my pile of poems written in this month of NaPoWriMo.

The Circle

 

The stones were not in place when I saw them

sleeping and full near the side of the road

 

heaven was abstract then and a dream away

we played with symbols and fetish objects for hope

 

only on the beach apertures began to open, flooding our senses

musical shells and iron tools were scattered on the sand

 

sleep came as night began to seep into the windows

the moon was radiant

 

I could hear the howling as soon as I got into my car

I could feel the dirt road under the wheels churning bones and the teeth of wild cats

 

we got out and began to search for the hunters

deer and bobcat, svelte badgers were circling at a wide distance

 

sight became extended , up to the stars following the long line of lights along poles

barriers become transparent, as we name the animals and call to each one

Max Wolf Valerio © April 20, 2013

Another Poem from the Vault of April

Another NaPoWriMo poem from this month, do enjoy.

White Water and Red Flowers

prisons
broken
with
animal
longing

arrests
of
bomb
throwers
rage
and
red
flowers

wasps
wrap
a
face
in
pain

cat
feet
bloom
on
white
moon
flowers

hot
tears
long
for
white
wings

heaven
an
escalation
of
ghost
voices

fragments
and
planets
scaffold
creation

star
blue
water
still
as
bird
eggs

trombone
music
slides
wet
into
clouds

formation
and
dissolution
a
song
bends

white
moisture
fog
and
memory

mist
of
soft
vowels
trestle —

Max Wolf Valerio © April 3, 2013