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Poem A Day Challenge: April 5-6

It’s been twelve days and I’m still going strong in the April Poem A Day Challenge. Even though I’m behind in posting poems here, I am right on schedule for the challenge. So far, I’m loving the prompts and how they are challenging me to try new things. In many ways, it’s nice to break out of my usual mode of using photographs and nature to kickstart my muse.

April 5, 2014
Prompt: Write a discovery poem.

I have no faith,
or golden egg
These bloodshot eyes,
burn with regret
My heavy head,
hangs low and dead

There are no steps,
just worn out shoes
The doing years,
are empty time
My hollow clock
has twisted arms

Through rusted gears,
comes a faint sound
Listen closer,
footsteps echo
A lifted gaze,
a brighter view

Inspiration: I have no idea. This is one of those poems that just “fell out” of my head. The words were simply there and I wish I knew how they came together.

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April 6, 2014
Prompt: Write a night poem.

When light fades,
blue cascades
Life flickers,
candles melt
Silence falls,
sleepy town

Souls take flight,
starry night
Swirls of gold,
spark with fire
Fireworks flare,
muted roar

Inspiration: That day I was doing research on Van Gogh’s The Starry Night in preparation for a lesson plan. In my reading I learned he was inspired by the popular belief of the time that after someone died their soul took residence in the stars. Van Gogh’s quote, “If we take the train to get to Tarascon or Rouen, we take death to reach a star,” resonated in my head all day and turned into a poem.

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How goes your poeming this month?

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c.b.w. 2014


Granite Dells, Prescott, Arizona
Photo (2013) and Words (2014) by: c.b.w.

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c.b.w. 2014


Unfamiliar shadows cast upon strangely lit walls

once a smooth canvas is now shredded cloth

Bend to the future or bow to the past?

the question distracts from a more obvious path

Sure, we abide in what’s left behind,

old school canon got us this far

What lies ahead deserves more faith

change is constant, like it or not

Holding on keeps roots in place, but the leash snaps tight

Reaching high the spirit takes flight, but loses sight

Somewhere between, there’s a gentle seam

bonding extremes with a clean, simple line

Look to the present to find new life,

the world is changing, accept the invite

Table With Two Legs on the Wall, Ai Weiwei, 2009
(table from the Qing Dynasty)

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Photo captured at an exhibit entitled, “Ai Weiwei: According to What?” July 2013

Words by: c.b.w. 2013

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c.b.w. 2013

Everything seemed to fall into place for making Christmas cards this weekend. First, my sister and I both had a day where we had nothing going on. Second, my best friend also had some free time. Third, the quintessential event that marks beginning of Christmas has occurred. I finally saw the Hershey Kiss Christmas commercial:

It’s been a long time since I made any sort of greeting card. I just couldn’t bring myself to touch a stamp after my Grandma passed away. Making cards was something we did together every year for more than a decade. For the last year, my paper, stamps, and ink pads have all been packed away in the closet.

This year, however, I feel quite differently. I decided making cards is a way to be with my Grandma and celebrate all the wonderful memories I have of her. As soon as we spread out all the supplies and snacks on the table, it felt like old times. We laughed, created, and had a great time.

Despite being a bit out of practice, I still managed to make some cute cards. I used some scraps leftover over from previous Christmases, along with some wooden gift tags I picked up at Target (only $3.oo for a pack of 24).


Gotta love those polka dots!

My sister brought over some punches, which reminded me I had some as well. We put them all out on the table went nuts. There were a lot of (funny looking) mistakes, but eventually we figured out how to use them well enough. The card above was made using a corner punch, while the cards below used a variety of corner and edge punches. Some obviously worked better than others!


One of those corners got away from me!

This is my favorite of the evening. The colors are just so different and fun.


Blue Christmas, anyone?

As I practiced with the punches, I started to get a little more brave about creating borders. Some glittery reindeer ended up with a beautiful spiral cut border to prance upon!


Do you recall, the most famous reindeer of all?

No card making session is complete until I make something  with a bit of plaid.


Plaid and stripes! It doesn’t get any better than that!!

The night ended far too soon, but how lovely it was to spend time with family and friends, while Grandma watched from above.

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Stay tuned! More Christmas crafts to come!

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c.b.w. 2013


 Timeless pillars dismantled to slivers and shards,

No apology or appreciation, just betrayal

Tossed into a heap of oblivion,

relics of things forgotten slowly disappear

Useless refuse or outdated rubbish,

progress or desecration, you make the call

Does ignorance forgive the unforgivable,

or does a strong memory undo the crime?

Pulled from the wreckage, purpose reclaimed,

something new the pillars became

Detail of Ai Weiwei’s Kippe, 2006

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Words by c.b.w. 2013

Photo captured at an exhibition entitled, “Ai Weiwei: According to What?” in July 2013

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Special Note: New Familiars will return soon. While in the midst of the Writer’s Digest Poem A Day Challenge my muse is finding it difficult to construct any sort of narrative!

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c.b.w. 2013


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