#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty Eight

My Nightstand

I Question Living with Cats

What can be found on my nightstand
Why must the cats walk across it
in the middle of the night; then
wake me up, jumping on my head
Do they enjoy prowling at night
interrupting my beauty sleep
Why am I tired all day as cats
sleep soundly anywhere they lay
How do they accomplish the same
feat night after night and deftly
keep everything on my nightstand

NaPoWriMo Prompt Our prompt today (optional, as always), is to write a poem that poses a series of questions. The questions could be a mix of the serious (“What is the meaning of life?”) and humorous (“What’s the deal with cats knocking things off tables?”), the interruptive (“Could you repeat that?”) and the conversational (“Are those peanuts? Can I have some?”). You can choose to answer them – or just let the questions keep building up, creating a poem that asks the reader to come up with their own answer(s).

Good afternoon and welcome to day twenty eight of #NaPoWriMo where I question living with cats. They woke Shawn and I up before 6am this morning. I’m a little tired today. Two more poems to go before another poetry month is in the books.

NaPoWriMo Day Five – Golden Shovel

If Only…

To read a poem inside a
poem, trying to echo voice
looking at what another said
I mean sit down and really look
Can you say you truly know me?

Words are written on the page in
a frenzy, thoughts spill out the
question posed, gazing at the stars

I am not confident they will tell

Perplexed, I look within me
Is it possible to truly
know all the thoughts men
will voice over coffee of
all the poems written on earth

Powerful two letters holds all
we have ever pondered in the
cosmos, we tremble soul-and-body
lingering on what-ifs scars

There are many people who were
consumed pondering the universe, not
one poet questioned life or love too

If Rudyard Kipling failed to
write his verse what loss we’d pay
searching echoes to answer for
the confidence of birth



A Question

A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.
Robert Frost


NaPoWriMo Prompt – Today’s prompt is a little complicated, which is why I saved it for a Saturday, in the hopes that you might have a little more time today than during a weekday. I think this is a very rewarding form, though, so I hope you’ll enjoy it! Today I challenge you to write a “golden shovel.” This form was invented by Terrance Hayes in his poem, The Golden Shovel. The last word of each line of Hayes’ poem is a word from Gwendolyn Brooks’ poem We Real Cool. You can read Brooks’ poem by reading the last word of each line of Hayes’ poem!

Phew! This one was a doozy.  I like a challenge sometimes.  It helps one grow as a poet.  Last night, I took my birthday girl out for pizza and wings (with her big sister of course).  We walked over to our little corner of New York, NYPD.  It was bustling.  We had a nice, attentive waiter.  And he discounted Gretchen’s birthday cheesecake. 😀 Thank you!

Yesterday, I finalized our plans to shuffle off to Buffalo this summer.  Since my sister woke me up with a 4:20AM phone call, she was tagged for our 1AM airport pickup.  Actually she volunteered. Oy… the nonstop flights to PHX BUF were at the oddest times.