These are all wonderful in their own right. I love your take on the prompts, especially the dog and rain. And the rooftop. As always, I am in awe of your use of form. Well done, Parker.
NaPoWriMo Week Three
15.
Swimming Pool
Concrete suburban pond
Hub of summer activity
Hiding place from boorish adults
who considered it fun to chase
terrified children
until the reviled thing
became a safe haven.
16.
Swimming Lessons
Flailing limbs, burning lungs,
Despair and hopelessness
only fuel the sociopath's desire
to 'teach' how to swim underwater.
17.
This poem cannot change the weather, But it can provid
I completely understand the urge to revise until the story is 'perfect'. Luckily, I have a beta reader who will rein me in and tell me I need to stop revising and move forward when I need to hear it.
NaPoWriMo 2018 Week Two
8.
The dull pencil,
Wooden and leaden,
Beckons slumbering wit
To sharpen with
Words and colors.
9.
Budded arms stretch toward crimson clouds,
Seeking to shed their frozen blanket.
It’s a January scene,
Breathtaking with shadowy contrast
Between stark lines,
Backlit by the colorful sunrise.
But it’s mid-April,
So this shit can stop any time.
10.
Diagnosis
What was once important
Rende
I like these a lot. You've masterfully woven two themes together... April weather, but also the seasons of life. I know exactly what 8 is speaking of, and you nailed it perfectly. I loved the metaphor and the old boots. 12 in particular spoke to me. Each one of these poems is a delight in its own way. Well done, my friend.
I like this challenge a lot, but it also falls right when the anthology is due. I doubt I'll have time for it, but will see how my anthology stories come along. Hopefully I'll have time for both.
Thank you for letting us know. I've been wondering about her. She mentioned a while ago that she had been placed on hospice care. I'm so sorry to hear this. She will definitely be missed.
I'm so pleased #6 has touched so many. Anomia is another name for word-retrieval or word-finding difficulties, which is a common occurrence for people with brain injuries. I'm a speech-language pathologist and this poem reflects a conversation I had in a therapy session with one of my individuals.