NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 1 + April PAD Challenge 2020 Day 1: Escape on the Asphalt Sea

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on an asphalt sea my son and I ride

as long as the weather is on our side

we make a journey to retrieve

items from a place that we must leave

on an asphalt sea

as the earth turned, so did the tide

fortune has not been on my side

I search for reasons to believe

on an asphalt sea

some days I do not mind the ride

other days I wish to escape inside

over the years there have been reasons to grieve

I examine the dreams that my mind may conceive

on an asphalt sea

~cie~

notes

I combined the NaPoWriMo prompt with the April PAD Chapbook Challenge prompt AND the April PAD Challenge Countdown prompt. Go me!

Heeding Haiku: First Snowfall

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outside my new home

the first snow begins to fall

melancholy hope

~Cie~

Tan Renga Challenge 2019: Day 8: Autumn Begins

Image by Stefan Schweihofer from Pixabay

cricket silence

between scraping sounds

autumn begins

for me a new beginning

or perhaps the end of all

Jane & Cie

Note:

The Hokku (Haiku) portion of the poem was written by Jane Reichhold. The Ageku, or closing stanza, was written by me.

Come the fall, I should have pictures of the old hotel my son is buying to renovate. This probably sounds a lot more posh than it is. This building is in a town listed on the Colorado Ghost Towns website, and it needs a lot of work.

For me, this move is literally either a new beginning or the beginning of the end. I have run out of options.

NaPoWriMo 2019: Day 26 + Poems in April 2019 Day 26: Creatures of Colorado

 Copyright Karin Gustafson

Surely there will be

Birds in north Colorado

Maybe some red ones

Copyright Karin Gustafson

Maybe there will be

Bears in north Colorado

I hope not too close

Copyright Karin Gustafson

Maybe a ghost will

Haunt northern Colorado

That ghost will be me

~Cie~

Notes:

Will wonders never cease, I think I actually fulfilled the criteria for both prompts.

The NaPoWriMo prompt asked for repetition.

The Poems in April asked for writing about rebirth.

If my son and I do move to the small town mentioned in the previous poem, it will be a rebirth.

You see, even stopped clock is right twice a day.