Little Does My Coffee Know…

so little understood
until I realize
that my coffee just may understand me
better than I do myself
elegant and all natural
huh… maybe
bold and nutty
okay, that one I buy
ooo
but
rich and smooth (that sounds awesome)
.. except
then I am also aromatic?
well then,
maybe no…

AprilJoy
NaPoWriMo
4/23/2019

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

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