NaPoWriMo – Day 14

Each day for the month of April, the Cedar Bark Poets are writing a poem a day in celebration of NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing month. Poems are posted here daily. Let Katheren know if you would like to participate!

“And last but not least, our (optional) prompt! Today’s prompt comes to us from TJ Kearney, who invites us to try a seven-line poem called a san san, which means “three three” in Chinese (It’s also a term of art in the game Go). The san san has some things in common with the tritina, including repetition and rhyme. In particular, the san san repeats, three times, each of three terms or images. The seven lines rhyme in the pattern a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d.”

A Loving Friend

There are times when you need a friend
Someone to just share your love
Like a soft, cuddly teddy bear
Forever a friend who is loyal until the end
Providing love and there when push comes to shove
Just a crying and loving toy
Teddy bears suffer with fluff, love and care
Devoted companions filling children with joy

– Rhiannon

The Life Horse

Winding down a long, narrow road
Navigating my way through life
Alongside the rapidly, rushing river
Long narrow road, gantering horse I rode
Giving my life meaning and strife
The river rapids rush over the horse
Giving both of us a cold, freezing shiver
I swim away, leaving no remorse.

– Jonah

Shattered amorphous solid, a recollection

A broken pile of glass here before me sits I stare, think back on the remembrance of what was, but is now just broken shards upset at the fall A dust pan of a glass pile that glints, as a memory flashes back guilty hints, Remembering the moment it hits but nothing I can do about it, there is nothing in the cards I sigh as I toss it carefully away but it’s it’s former beauty, not the now pile of glass I broke that I recall as I remember with it, to be OK

– W.B.


Before the promise of sunrise crested
We hung our heads and cried
Worry bent joint hearts and festered
My daughter cried,dark circled eyes,oh sunrise!
Travails,such woe held us festered and bound
No promise given on which to rise,despair hung
Hope lay tattered,dark,unfound
Needs for,safety drove us deep,underground

– Kath

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