Echoes full of knowing (NPM ’16-Day 14)

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Echoes full of knowing

I look a lot like little mouse
little mouse with wings.
At dark leave attic of your house
to hunt for creepy things.

I swoop and swirl, dive and glide
but hardly use my sight,
prefer in dim moon-shade to hide
while scrounging food at night.

I have the rare ability
to somehow find my way
with sound waves and agility,
don’t need the light of day.

Sing little notes so high and fast
you humans cannot hear them.
Know when mosquitoes, moths fly past,
with my sharp teeth I spear them.

My little songs come back to me
in echoes full of knowing.
My ears and brain like eyes, you see
that tell me where I’m going.

© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

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This month at the blog Today’s Little Ditty,  guest poet Marilyn Singer’s challenge is to write an echo-inspired poem. Today’s poem is my attempt.

Poetry Friday LogoThis post is linked to Poetry Friday. What a lovely coincidence to have as our Poetry Friday host today Michelle  of the above-mentioned Today’s Little Ditty. Hop on over to enjoy the amazing poetic fare. During National Poetry Month it’s a veritable feast!

 

 

 

And we’re off with “Greener Grass”(National Poetry Month ’16 – Day 2)

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Photo © 2016 by V. Nesdoly

Greener Grass

The discontented colt
longing for neighbor’s luscious grass
turns envy green.

“Count blessings,” Mother
says. “We’ve clover daisies, dandelions
and green grass!”

© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

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And we’re off!

The poem above is my poem for April 1st. I’m even posting it here and linking it to The Poem Farm, because this is a Wonderopolis-inspired poem, following the challenge Amy LV set herself and invited us to join in.

To do these poem-a-day challenges, I use a variety of prompts. A document with links to Poetic Asides, NaPoWriMo, Adele Kenny‘s blog and now also Wonderopolis, sits  on my desktop. Every morning I check all four, collect the prompts and the let the ideas stew. Later in the day, when I find the time, I compose a poem. It may be based on one or a combination of several of the prompts, or something else entirely.

The subject for the above poem came from Wonderopolis. The lune form was the suggestion of NaPoWriMo.

(This is a word-count, not a syllable count lune—a Collom Lune [though the NaPoWriMo post describes it differently—5-3-5 words—than all the other sites I consulted which say a Collom Lune consists of 3-5-3 words]. This is a 3-5-3 word lune.)