Day 29 NaPoWriMo: Specific Noun From Favorite Poem: Flower


Like humans, flowers gestate in the dark,

Each fed by time, water and sunlight spark,

A flower can be wild, can be a weed,

Can overtake expansive space, starting out as small seed,

The line between admiration and envy,

A comma, so common, yet breathtaking, begin and ending.



Read one of my favorite poems whose specific noun, flower, inspired my poem:

“When Death Comes” by Mary Oliver:


NaPoWriMo Day Seven: A Poem About Luck/Fortuitousness


I lost my snowflake,

It was tucked between her crisp cranberry lettered page,

I thought I saw it once, on his brow, a drop of sweat,

I even got the dog x-rayed in my quest, thank G-d for vets,

Thanks be to St. Anthony,

Thanks be to Oprah Winfrey,

After searching concrete for it’s last kiss, I found it wasn’t really lost,

It had just moved again and I found it this time, in the flower pots.