Tonight The Moon (NaPoWriMo Day 30)

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moon

Tonight the moon
frosts my hands
and I cup them
to catch the
liquid beams.

I bring them to
my lips
for a taste
and I think
of you,

how you
make me feel –
a stomach full of
dreams
wished on
the moon

Copyright © 2015 Amaryllis Torres

AHHH! I can’t believe NaPoWriMo is over! I also can’t believe I actually did it…haha. My first NaPoWriMo taught me many things, which I’ll summarize in another post, but boy am I relieved to have made it all the way through. Kudos to those of you who do this every year!

Screen Game (NaPoWriMo Day 26)

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screen

I still remember my
nose pressed to the wooden
window sill in the big yellow
house of my childhood,

breathing deep the scent
of dirt that filtered in
through the screens
on a hot windy day.

I’d squish my fingers
against the screen’s
dark firm netting but
no matter how hard I
pushed, my fingers couldn’t
get through. They only
came away with a criss-cross
of indentations.

A fly or two somehow got
inside and they’d waddle
around, fat and noisy,
rubbing those arms together
as they thought up a plan
of escape.

Sometimes they tried my
screen game
but they were
worse at it than me.

 

Copyright © 2015 Amaryllis Torres

Cuddle Break (NaPoWriMo Day 23)

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If you’ve ever been interrupted by a beloved pet, you know what I mean.

Lip bitten raw,
pencil chewed
to dust

I sink into a
heavy sigh

waiting for some
brilliant lines

to
grace the expanse
of the empty page

But then –
your rolling cry

your tiny head butting
into my thigh

Alright, it
can wait

Let’s take a
cuddle break

 

Copyright © 2015 Amaryllis Torres

Antarctica (NaPoWriMo Day 22)

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Hello, and Happy Earth Day!

Today’s prompt celebrates the occasion by suggesting a pastoral poem. Basically, write about nature. I just so happened to have watched an amazing documentary yesterday, Antarctica: A Year On Ice, and I literally cried from the beauty of the brilliant night sky. I was also inspired by one woman’s story who described when she saw the Southern Lights for the first time. Enjoy.

southernlights

Six month winter chill
cuts to the bone
bypassing
layers and layers
of defenses
as the dark cold
ravages the flesh,
unforgiving

while the sun dares
not interfere from
his hiding place beyond
the horizon

One solace:

Fairy dust sprinkled
’round, green as
forgotten spring

dancing down from
spinning, unblemished
night-curtain above

to sweep me to
worlds beyond or
heaven’s gate
(perhaps one and
the same)

It is only afterward that I
feel the hard crunch of ice at
my knees

and the frozen tears
dangling from
my cheek

Copyright © 2015 Amaryllis Torres

Erasure (NaPoWriMo Day 21)

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The prompt for today is to create an erasure, which takes an already written text and blocks out words. I picked up the closest book on my bookshelf, The Traveler’s Gift by Andy Andrews, and flipped to a random page. This activity was fun and a welcome change from what I normally do. Below are my results as well as the original unedited version.

 

Erasure

 

Original