Duck!

I am not a swan
Never been
never will be
I am a duck
sometimes
you know
like… always and forever…
ducks grow up to be ducks
and
thinking that you will someday
grow up
to be a swan
just because you are a different kind of duck
doesn’t mean
that ducks are not stunningly beautiful
that ducks
are meant to be ducks
and it means
that it’s perfectly okay
to sport your beautifully
duckness
and fly!

AprilJoy
NaPoWriMo
4.22.2019

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Just Knock

I stand at the door
huge and ancient
cracked and weathered
I stand
it hangs
slightly ajar
that door
to the future… the past
I stand here
running my hands
gently over
cracked and peeling paint
splinters embed themselves
I caress this door
longing to go through
yet ever so afraid
to knock

AprilJoy
NaPoWriMo
4/20/2019

Throw wide the door

Where do they live
The words
Before they come knocking
Knocking ever so gently
On my brain
Where do they live
And
Is there more of them there
Is the supply endless
Will they always stop
In their daily meandering
To sneak away
At the most
Inopportune time
I think they tire
Of their ceaseless knocking
So pardon me
While I sneak away
To leave the door ajar

AprilJoy
NaPoWriMo
4/18/19

Where Wishes Grow

where wishes grow
is it in the mind
or in the soul
or does it even matter
where peace is found
warm light
soft sound
at perfect coffee
runs endlessly
fertile soil
spade and hoe
hard work and pain
in quiet hours alone
if wishes were horses
but horses, no
where wishes are planted
and dreams begin to grow
wish in one hand
shit in the other
pennies add up to forever

AprilJoy
4/13/2019
NaPoWriMo