NaPoWriMo 2018 - Day 28

The prompt on this 28th day of April was to write a postcard poem, which apparently is a prose poem that "captures a moment in time with a strong sense of place," is addressed to someone and is brief (for more types of poem see here).

Dear past/present Sharon,

I know you are longing for the future. I know you are impatiently awaiting that time when you have a house and a husband and a job and maybe a child. I know, at the very least, you really want a job and a small house with a fenced back yard for your dog. I know you can't wait. I know you are rushing, rushing, rushing forward, just like you always have. I thought you'd learned the lesson finally, but you haven't. Enjoy the present. Enjoy the time being. Enjoy where you are. Stop. Take a breath. Look around and enjoy. Stop looking at your situation with anxiety and trepidation. Embrace your situation. Realize that you are not trapped - you are free. This chapter of life has value too - and one day you will (sometimes) long for it. Even in your worst days, there is good in this situation. Relax, breathe in, enjoy.

With love,

Future Sharon

NaPoWriMo 2018 - Day 12

April 12th
"Today, we’d like to challenge you specifically to write a haibun that takes in the natural landscape of the place you live."

A haibun is a poem that combines a prose poem and haiku. If you haven't cared for my previous poems, today's will be different so it's up to you whether that's a good or a bad thing. Late, but just on time in central time!



For sale: Ranch style home on large wooded lot. Neighborhood built in the seventies. Well established trees. Live oak and cedar elm; tower high above. This was the yard where children played and grew. Now overgrown; green berries growing on thorny vines. This is the yard where the family pets were buried. Here is the creek with the dead snake that made girls run down the road back home. Here is the yard where friends lay on a trampoline and watched a family of skunks saunter down the creek. Here is the barbed wire that snagged clothes. Here is the cow pasture where the youngest girl explored on her own. Here is the hidden pond, a magical place far down on the creek. Here finally, is a spring that still flows over algae growing on concrete.

Nature and farmland
Now developed give way to
Tight suburbia

Keep on writing; we are almost half-way! 

-Sharon

Update 4/17/2018 - I was messing around with my blog and noticed this post was all highlighted in white. It's a weird formatting thing that happens when I've copied and pasted text from somewhere (the quoted text from the NaPo prompt). Ugh. But it's a deeper formatting issue . . . I didn't catch it til now; so I just fixed it. Too bad, because I had liked this poem. Ugh. Oh well.