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NaPoWriMo #30: Thirty Days

Thirty Days: A Haibun

It is day 30 and I am so pleased to say that I managed to write 30 poems. You may be pleased to hear it– knowing that you will not be inflicted with another poem tomorrow. This month has past and during it I was challenged to confront difficult new forms, wrestle with rhyme schemes, pin down the right words, and to burst through that seemingly unbreachable wall of my writer’s block. Each day’s challenge was vexing and today’s no less: to write a poem in a foreign language, or make up a language and write a poem. Once again I will exercise my writer’s right to break the rules. I will not write in language of another land; I will write in a traditional form from another land: a haibun. Those of you who know my writing know I like this form: a prose poem ended by a tangential haiku. I started this month with a Japanese form– so I end it with such.

Wrinkled, tangled sheets
Mourning doves at my window
The war is over.

Ljgloyd 2016


Click here to read my other haibun.


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NaPoWriMo #29: I Remember

I’m in the home stretch. Two more days and two more poems. Today’s prompt is ” to write a poem based on things you remember” with a specific focus on details.

I remember

I remember my mother shaking me awake so we could,
in hurried hushed voices, sneak off in the night like thieves.
I remember my father’s 68 Olds with its new car smell
As we sped across the desert in the darkness.
I remember having breakfast in places like Barstow
And Bakersfield and– eww– towns like Fresno.
I remember the colors of the Grand Canyon,
The herds of elk, and the bears
Peering through car windows in Yellowstone.
I remember the summer where we explored, it seemed,
every cave and cavern between Carlsbad and California.
I remember our kicks on Route 66
My family and I on our yearly road trips.

Ljgloyd. 2016


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NaPoWriMo #28: Going Forward with Rilke

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem backwards.  Heck, I have enough trouble writing them frontwards.   This will be the first time that I buck the challenge (which are optional) and write something else.  Fortunately, this poem is in absolute line with The Daily Post’s prompt to write about Solitude.


Going Forward with Rilke*

Rilke said
Go to the deepest roots
of your heart.
Make a confession
that you will not part
from your calling.

Rilke said
Withdraw from the world
and in your solitude
write of experiences
from which you seclude
Then you will know you are a poet.

ljgloyd 2016

Based on text from Rainer Maria Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet.




NaPoWriMo #27: Long Lines

The charge this morning was to write a poem with very long lines. Long lines do not work well on blogs, since they tend to wrap around at inappropriate places thus changing the visual impact of the page. To minimize this impact, I wrote this poem in declining line lengths starting with a long line of iambic octameter and moving down to a single foot.

On Meditation

It is no easy task to go and find that spot to sit and ground,
A place that moves and lives and yet in time in stillness stops.
I find that place just down the hill where land meets sea,
Where surf, like drums, a rhythmic meter beats,
Where gulls suspend themselves in space.
It’s here I come to breathe,
A state of mind:
The beach.

Ljgloyd 2016