Going to the Movies--NaPoWriMo 2017 - 6. Day 26 - Day 30

#26

Inspired by the clock prompt and ‘High Noon’, the best Western ever IMHO.

A city overcome by fear—and the clock is ticking
One hour to go—and the clock is ticking
An ultimatum issued—and the clock is ticking
Do not forsake me—and the clock is ticking
No friends left—and the clock is ticking
High Noon—tic-toc, tic-toc, tic-toc

#27

Inspired by the ‘perhaps’ prompt, making it an ‘if’ prompt.

If we had stayed home,
the car would have broken down in the morning.

If the car had broken down this morning,
I would have missed work.

If I had missed work,
my boss would have gotten angry.

If he would have gotten angry,
he might have taken it out on the kids.

If he had riled up the kids,
they might have taken it out on each other.

If they would have gotten into a fight,
little Eddy would have drawn the short straw.

If little Eddy...

If I don’t stop this right now,
I’ll give myself an ulcer.

#28

Inspired by the ‘I am’ prompt.

I am the arrow, wind soughs along my body;
the tree will forever bear my scar.
I am the ring, calling for you;
emerged, dispersed, free.
I am the silver top hat, pressed on your curly hair;
together we will turn the professor’s head and life.
I am the spinning peg top, watched with baited breath
keep going, or topple.
I am the playing card, turn me around,
and I call the Court’s jester.
I am the chocolate, melting on your tongue
still not your favorite?
I am the black briefcase, lugged around
what for? Never mind.

I could go on and on...Can you guess the movies?

#29

My hand on the steering wheel, yours on my thigh,
silence, each immersed in our own thoughts,
slowly working through the impressions, no pointless chatter.
‘Are you hungry?’
‘I could eat.’
No overanalyzing, favorite scene, hasty conclusions
bad actor, good actor, opinions.
‘Pizza?’
‘Japanese.’
Much later
do we agree to watch it again.

#30

Frozen heart and river,
unleashed by spring
obliterating winter.

Through strength of eternal sun,
A fresh journey has begun.

A trickling, a swelling
growing determined,
breaking your resistance.

Blue and green surmount cold stone
silver fish swims all alone.

Swept away by April's
ardent, boisterous dance,
a still pool welcomes you.

Circles concentric appear
signaling you, love, are near.

Ancient trees bend boughs
in yearning, scraping mud and moss
to ease Hope's path.

Encased by thousand sun rays
It flies down all hidden ways.

Its light a beacon
to overcome the maze
of denial and fear.

Dappled, dancing, swimming free,
supple spirit, come to me.

Renga poem by Valkyrie, MacGreg, Lyssa, aditus and Parker Owens. (In this order) This was so much fun!

Thank you for providing the prompts and all your help, Valkyrie!   I did it! NaPoWriMo 2017 is over!
Thank you all for accompanying me on my very personal movie nights. Thought, comments are always welcome.  Until next year!