30/30 – #1 “Carpe Diem”

April is National Poetry Month and this year I am participating in the NaPoWriMo 30/30.  This means writing a poem every day during April.  This year I’ve also decided to write each of my poems using the writing prompts NaPoWriMo puts out for each day.  I think this is a good way to perhaps stretch a little and write about subjects I might not write about otherwise.  The prompt for today is to write a “carpe diem” poem.  Here is mine.

The earth of this place
Makes itself known
By the drums lining the front entrance.
Turning to the left,
a guitar, then another,
Not in neat rows,
But scattered about
as available as air.

In every room,
Shelves overflow with books;
Poetry, religion, science –
All alongside the fantastical Pratchett
Nestled near a copy of the Torah.
Books creased with use,
Notes in the margins
Left as love letters.

Mismatched dishes
Scattered on the kitchen counter,
An artful display
Of thrift store jewels,
Adorned with avocado,
Peppers, onions, and quinoa-rice.
A burst of dancing during the meal,
A typical Sunday night.

Where life is seized
and loved thoroughly
for what it is,
and what it could be.
As the fire crackles and pops,
Children run laughing through the yard,
Chickens rest on their roosts,
and every breath is made sacred.

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5 thoughts on “30/30 – #1 “Carpe Diem”

  1. Very nice. I really like the juxtaposition of things collected in the first two stanzas versus things happening in the last two. Even the collection of plates is more of an event. It’s a wonderful way of showing that life, seized, leaves traces, and that even “a typical Sunday night” can be a wonderful thing worth savoring.

    • Thanks Jonah. This poem was inspired by friends who truly live their lives with full presence and appreciation.

  2. My comment was eaten! Let me try to reconstruct it…

    This is very nice. I love the juxtaposition of things collected in the first two stanzas versus things happening in the last two. Even the array of dinner plates is more of an event. It’s a wonderful way of showing that life, seized, leaves traces, and that even something like “a typical Sunday night” is worth savoring.

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