nina turns 60

Please note

I'll be on the road for the next few days and so while I may not post here, I will be writing my poems each day and if I can't post them from the road, I will when I get back.

NaPoWriMo day 3: ritual

The ritual of my addiciton
is not the only lie I tell myself
but it's got the most traction
so far.

Unlike the one about true
love, a lid for every
pot, soul mate fit
like a glove.

Can't brew that in your aeropress
or buy it from the cute
barista for two-seventy-five
plus tip.

NaPoWriMo day 2: a wee limerick

There once was a chick from Seattle,
Republicans brought her to battle:
Stay out of my womb
or you'll go to your tomb,
rue the day you treat women like cattle!

 

*Also please go visit long time blogging pal and poemster extraordinaire, Steve Krodman, over at Lost in the Cheese Aisle. He is also NaPoWriMo-ing this month, and he will make you happy.

 

covalent bonds

We gathered stones on the beach
looking for lucky ones, a single
stripe around it like a hug.

A dark flock of seabirds sped
tight and low to the water
wings like leaves
shimmering in the wind.

Each rock he picked up
was cooler than the last, look
mom, and look, and look now!
I'm keeping this one, and this one too,
until our pockets were heavy as suicide,
our palms warm and sated.

Back home 
he remembers the date.
"Aluminum!" he cries, 
flipping the
calendar page. 
Each month 
highlights an element

pure
uncomplicated 
by the sharing of electrons.