"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

NaPoWriM0 2013 (catching up) Day 9 & 10

 Maria Sibylla Merian

 NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 9

Seeds of Fairy Tales 

The seeds of fairy tales grow false.

We must chew leaves
and shroud in darkness
to grow wings of a butterfly.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

At Real Toads Mama Zen introduced us to the art of Maria Sibylla Merian as inspiration for our writing. Words Count With Mama Zen


NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 10

The Proper Time to Jump

My cardiologist asked the usual question,
“Have you had any palpitations lately?”

I smiled my best, I am perfectly fine grin,
and responded, “No, not even one.”

My tag a long husband picked that moment
to interject, “Tell him what you wanted to do last week.”

With a bold I don’t care what you think I informed
the doctor, “I wanted to skydive.”

With his own palpitations my doctor questioned,
 “Are you crazy? With your history of sporadic adrenaline your
heart would literally  pour out of your throat.”

Without a pause I turned to Charlie and stated,
“I want it in my will that if I am ever destined to go
to a nursing home you find me a plane and a place to jump.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

At Real Toads Izy prompted us to document memorable discussions. For the gentle eyed I chose one that wouldn't require an R rating. Document of Discussion


Mama Zen said...

Oh my word! Your poem for the picture is just exquisite!

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love the seeds of fairytales grow false line. That's such a stunning opening to the whole piece.
The conversation is so full of character - defiance to the end is something I admire.

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