Wednesday, April 16, 2014

N is for Night

Fun fact: This quote from my Mom is about me.

I did have one night owl child who still does better at night than in the morning. I tried everything - she just couldn't get to sleep. I eventually gave up and allowed her to stay awake and play quietly (Fisher Price Little People was generally her game of choice )- rule was she had to play very quietly so as not to disturb the rest of the family who actually wanted to sleep...when she got tired she climbed into bed on her own. When she started going to public school and couldn't sleep in, things had to change, but she was a little more willing to understand and cooperate by then.

barn_owl_1I can’t stay up as late as I used to, but I am still a night owl. Mornings make me sluggish. I tend to get a lot of ideas in bed trying to sleep, when my creative mind refuses to shut off.

Two very different night poems for you today. These were written earlier this month.

This first poem was written from NaPoWriMo’s prompt to write a rhyming charm poem.

Charm of Night

I ask for sweet dreams
with the birth of this charm
flower of buckwheat
protects me from harm

feather of owl
to watch as I sleep
sprinkled with moondust
to make my dreams deep

amethyst stone
will calm the mind
then strips of willow
will this charm bind.

This second poem was for day 13’s prompt on Poetic Asides. The prompt was to write an animal poem, and as a bonus challenge to make it a sestina. I wrote about a creature of the night with an animalistic nature.

The Reign of the Night

Brothers walking in the rain,
our destination nowhere;
afraid to prove
what we already knew --
that our string of lies
wouldn't get us through the night.

We find a barn late in the night,
shelter from the soaking rain…
but danger in the shadow lies,
tooth and claw tear us where
lifeblood flows, I know
this the end will prove .

We die and rise the same, and prove
ourselves creatures of the night--
a taste for blood I hadn't known,
the cravings I try to rein;
my brother finds a dame from somewhere,
paints her as a whore, but I sense lies.

I sense her heartbeat where she lies;
I turn away, my honor to prove
and make one little room, an everywhere
within to contain night;
I will not let it reign,
I must keep saying no.

My brother insists, he knows
resisting is a lie,
with our new life we can reign,
to our debtors prove
we will rule the night;
we can go anywhere.

It is a strange world where
my brother is the one to know ,
the one to lead the night;
I will see where his path lies,
let him be the one to prove
that he can take the reins.

I fall into where the darkness lies,
abandon humanity I know would not approve,
surrender myself to night's reign.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

M is for Moon

Moon (Photo credit: Moyan_Brenn (back soon, sorry for not commenting))

Lunar Pull

The moon begins to dance--
Tides swoon for its romance.

Essence Poem, by Mary W. Jensen
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Monday, April 14, 2014

L is for Library

This week is National Library Week. Last year, I created a book spine poem from books at my local library. The poem represents what the library means to me.

Mary W Jensen's library poem

Brink of Chaos
The Great Escape

I could spend all day in a library. After my senior year of high school I spent the summer working at a library as a page. I confess, I wasn’t the best employee. I was too distracted by the books. It’s not the most efficient to stop and flip the pages of a book while shelving. I’d love to work in a library again. I truly do love the atmosphere.

In honor of both library week and poetry month, I have written another poem.

My Second Home

The library was my first love
perfect for a book-a-holic,
no budget could sustain my obsession.

A sacred space filled with treasures;
fingers trail on book spines…
so many choices
each one a new adventure--
Do I read an author tried and true?
or experience something new?

Some days I come
not for the books
but the atmosphere.

Sit back in an armchair
wrapped in hushed air,
soak in the rich love of words
infused between these walls,
let it inspire me…
flow through my fingertips
to fill the pages of my notebook.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

K is for Key

I love keys. So it is no wonder that is the 'K' word I gravitated to today.

Puerta de entrada al pasado / Entrance door to...
Puerta de entrada al pasado / Entrance door to the past (Photo credit: NeoGaboX)
The Key's Mystery

The key itself is simple
rusted iron on woven cord
without its lock
it is nothing

It may open a chest
left hidden by pirates
or unlock a gate
to an alien world

Perhaps it locks
a mermaid's diary
or the chains that bind
a wolf at full moon

It could be the key
to a dungeon cell
or the way to unlock
a damsel's heart

Most likely it matched
a plain house door
but until the lock is found
it holds everything to me
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Friday, April 11, 2014

J is for Jackalope

collageOrama's Etsy shop
A jackalope is a jack rabbit with antlers (jack rabbit + antelope). A group of jackalope is called a flaggerdoot.


The jackalope hops o'er the hills
aware as the hare
regal as the deer
it skirts the desert towns
rarely seen but sometimes heard
singing with its flaggerdoot
echoes woven from our own songs
as the thunder rolls above
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Thursday, April 10, 2014

I is for Imagination

Finite Cyclic Groups
Finite Cyclic Groups (Photo credit: derekbruff)
"Imagination is more important than knowledge." 
~Albert Einstein


Voices drone around me
Equations drip from the blackboard
Numbers sizzle into puddles of data
Letters, once unknown values,
Dance away to reform
Into glorious words
Words stretch and morph
Into dragons
Which fly me away 
from this dull room
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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

H is for Hero

Two hero poems for you today, from my vault. A different view of your traditional hero.

A magical quest
journey for the talisman
a clichéd hero

To Be a Hero?

A youth seeking guidance
kneels before the village matron.
She rests her withered hand
atop the boy's bowed head

"We found you in the woods --
a babe crying alone.
You welcomed our embrace
And we gave you a home.

Now your growing hands
ask for a sword;
your growing feet
wish to wander.

Dear child,
sometimes it's better not to question.
Knowledge may be power,
but the answers may distort your view.

If you pursue destiny
through the twilight forest,
you leave inexperienced, exposed
for destruction at your rival's whim.

Take heed to your elder now.
Don't take that first step 
to see the wizard;
once that path is chosen, you cannot return.
Embrace the life you have --
leave the world to its own devices."

And the boy lifts his head
to see this village, his home,
wondering if his purpose
is greater than self,
and decides if it is enough.