Day 17, 2018

[No prompt]
Their feet touch their noses as they curl into balls.
Eight little paws, four little eyes, two little noses.
Day and Night these two siblings,
White and tan and black and gray
Troublemaker and suck-up, predator and prey
victim and aggressor, but who is who when?
Both sweet and sincere with their innocent affection
Both full of energy and life and hope
Both loved so dearly and tenderly by me.
Two perfect pups; All mine!

DAY 16 2018

((Wow guys, I didn't think I was going to have so much trouble as I am. I don't seem to be as driven as I have before, So I apologize for the cynicism.))

Fields of Ash [Bradley]

I have such love in my heart
It's vast like the ocean and broad as the desert
It is in every way as viscious and cruel
And in every way as mysterious and beautiful.
And though I can liken it to these things with ease,
There is something these two vistas cannot be.
A landscape much harsher than either and yet;
one would never know what it had before been.
For just as my love expands and evolves and consumes,
That is as much as it destroys in it's wake;
for unlike a forest or swamp or a steppe
Ny love is as fields of ash.

Day 15 2018

This poem isn't going to be as fancy as all that, in fact I intend for it to be pretty basic, because what I'm writing about is pretty basic, like four ingredients in total, all of which combine to make this delectable, gooey mess that crackles when you bite into it, you know depending on how stale it is, and even if it's stale it is damn delicious and sugary and sticky and you can even mold them into shapes before you eat them, I know because on Halloween we made them into pumpkin shapes with food coloring to make them orange and then we stuck a cut up piece of peppermint leaf gummy into the top for a stem, and then of course there was this picture online of some one's creative masterpiece, which was of course a giant confectionery imitation of a turkey with M&Ms spilling out of where the thanksgiving stuffing would have been on the real thing, and I thought: I would totally eat that.

Day 14 2018

[No Prompt]

The wind is blowing madly and the sky is dark
within the heart, a stillness lies, silently apart.
The little ones fret, and pace and bark
as I struggle to complete my art
Alas, The poetry is dry this season
And I am busy with future and plans
my heart is forced to witness reason
and my mind all logic bans

Day 13 2018

Electrical Fire [Bradley]

It burns and it burns there
Lit like a split hair

Bursts into bright light
Crackling in the night

Smoldering smell of ozone
Charred down to the bone

Day 12 2018

Tiny gnat Big Forest [Frida Scofield]

One big day,
a bright big glorious day,
there was a gnat.
A tiny gnat,
A dark little spot of a gnat.
And this tiny gnat
with it's flappy buzzy wings
realized with much certainty
that they were in a forest
A big, huge forest
with huge, brown trees,
Broad, Thick, Tall trees.
And this gnat, awestruck it was!
This humble gnat
saw this forest as grand!
It was a Great, Grand, Awesome forest!
And it buzzed and swooped and
loop-de-looped among the leaves,
the wavy, green leaves,
and this simple gnat
was elated -
over joyed, bewildered, euphoric
dwarfed by this forest
and it's trees
and the trees' leaves
and their broad trunks
and it loved it so!
And this humble gnat then,
quite tired, quite old by the end of the day,
Settled upon one tiny vein
in a great big leaf
and it let out a sigh,
and happily died.

Day 11 2018

Memory brought about by a smell [Zsuzsa Manna]

I'm sick in bed.
The curtains are drawn,
and the glow of a full sun shines behind
leaving a halo of a healthy world
past my sick room.
The items I possess are stagnant.
Their creator sullied by flu
Their life on pause and stilled.
None of them talk to me this way.
When the door opens and a trail of aroma follows
little things animate;
Cinnamon bear and Toby blink sleepily
and the dollhouse lights come on
And Sarah peers at me through her tiny bedroom window
And she gives me a thumbs up
with her carefully sutured doll-arm.
It's hot tea, sleepytime,
a comforts now and forever as a vast, sighing 'OK'
to finally get some rest.
ANd when I awake, the room will be brighter.
And the colorful trinkets of my life will grin
to see me ready to play again.

Day Ten 2018

Intangible to Tangible [Ryan Plummer]

Style: Tanka

Some dreams are shadow
lurking in our deepest heart
Beyond achieving
But then reach out and touch them,
and see that they are in reach.

Day Nine

A Raindrop [Shana Rasmus]

A nother spring day,

R inging birdcall and blue skies
A labaster clouds hang low and light
I nviting watery descent.
N earest I can tell, peering up there,
D ownpours are certain soon
R iveting thunder and lightning too
O r else, more sun, after the last
P inging raindrops fall.

Day Eight

Poem for Jayce

When you came out of the mold
The whimsical craft team in the aether giggled
And the people-construction team frowned.
"Wait a sec," one said to the other
scratching the back of their head.
"That doesn't seem right.
There's too much suave under those curly locks;
and the piercing level of those eyes
is way too high!
I thought we were just making
a normal, average guy?"
The second people-constructor looked at you
and then pointed at the bottom
"Well actually see there?
This one's meant for another
So we gatta be sure they fit together
and the other one likes fun
and suave, and piercing eyes."
So they shrug and construct then passed you down the line
and you arrived just in time
to be mine.

Day Seven

Euphoria [Elena Martinez-Vidal]

Look at those faces.
Those big cute eyes and those cold button snoots.
The quirky eyebrows and the little toes
Oh my GOD the toes
and when they hop
like little foxes
up into my lap
as if they aren't growing steadily too big
and then peer up at me
with those EYES
And then there's the SNUGGLING
Oh my GOD the snuggles
And its like pup heaven
and I'm done.

Day Six

Wet Footprints [Thank you Carey Rasmus.]

I do not often visit the beach
though I can enjoy it when I go.
I like the sun,
the cool ocean winds
the warm sand and blue sky.
But walking in the sand is like dwelling in the past:
If you linger, you sink
and when you pull away to move forward
those imprints fade
and when you turn to look at where you've been
there's nothing but more sand.

Day Five

Theme is Hunger [Thank you Elena Martinez-Vidal]

Free Lunch; A Haiku

Something I love now
Once work has carried on long
Is the free food. Yum.

Day 4

Butterflies & Sunflowers. (But scary butterflies.) [Thank you, Morgan]

Their big yellow faces turned up to the sun
the birds and the bees are out havin' fun
the sunflowers taller and sunnier too
but something scary is lurking there too.
Colorful wings and delicate forms
flutter about like magical storms
And though they are pretty and vibrant and small
They really aren't all that harmless at all.
Eye-shapes on wings; a frightening trait,
and one butterfly wing can change all of fate.
Subtly and softly and mystically fierce
such a small thing can all of time pierce.
Delicately perched on a sunflower tall;
These butterflies are actually watching us all.

Day Three

First Day

Click click tap
Ding!
*yawn* "Hmm, breakfast aromas."
Psssssssssshtpsht psht psht whirrrrrr
drip drip drip sizzzzzzzle
tap tap tap
"Ha ha ha ha! beautiful weather!"
crinkle, vrrrrrip bap tink clunk.
Psssssssssshtpsht psht psht whirrrrrr
drip drip drip sizzzzzzzle
Shunka shunka shunka shunka
click click tap
Ding!
munch munch *gulp*
"Who is Antonio and may I hug him?"
click click tap
Ding!
swish swish, dribble splat wipe
Psssssssssshtpsht psht psht whirrrrrr
drip drip drip sizzzzzzzle
squeak click tap WHIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRR
Psssssssssshtpsht psht psht whirrrrrr
drip drip drip sizzzzzzzle
BAM
*yawn* "Whoa, what time is it?"
crickity crack snap pop streeeeeeeeeetch
Psssssssssshtpsht psht psht whirrrrrr
drip drip drip sizzzzzzzle
swish swish dribble splat wipe
Click click tap
Ding!

Poetry Month

Hey all you loyal followers of the intrepid Oru!

I would have posted this yesterday, but I didn't want you guys to think I was joking! But, since this IS the day of my birth, as w well as a beautiful spring morning, I will announce this months activity!

April is POETRY MONTH! AND since I missed yesterday I shall be granting you 2 poems to enjoy!

April 1st
**Fool's Gold**
A shining day
A gleaming sun and pale blue sky
An Easter Egg day in pastel.
Early and brilliant
Rise and shine like early birds
Worship what you will and how,
And if you are lucky:
It's more fun than this poem.

April 2nd
**Device**
I've contemplated my device
A thousand things to do on it,
Not one real face or voice,
All filtered through the screen.
I've received the best wishes
And the congratulations
And I've read and reread the jokes,
The political opinions, rants
Spiritual epitaphs for inspiration.
I like to peruse the arts,
The fictions and the factoids,
I see thousands of smiling faces,
And hundreds more sad eyes.
And if only
If only
Only
Wonder if those sad eyes
Could be made happy
By seeing a smiling face in person,
Close enough to be a screen
But in such greater, glorious, flawed
High definition.