Bela's a Day Late and a Dollar Short

[Bela]

April 1 (just below!)
April 2
April 3 - Homemade Ice Cream
April 4 - The Bird-Man
April 5 - Mobile poem swiped with a bandaged thumb
April 6 - Tomorrow's Poem
April 7 - Looking Back
April 8 - Dialogue with a Physician
April 9 - The Captive Moth
April 10 - Zero minute egg
April 11 - The rusted bicycle
April 12 - The Art of the Petrumpan Sonnet
April 13-14-15-16 - Chase the horse
April 17 - Fury
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April 26 - Retreat
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April 28 - There are no links here.
April 29 - With the usual fizzle
April 30 - endeth my NaPo.



April 1

Call me Waffling Matilda, a scrap of plastic snagged
in the crooked limbs of a spring lilac
after the barrel went up with a bang. The bits flown and settled,
I'll let the wind take charge.

[5th column]

Bugger me.......no, surely not?

[Bela]

April 2

Without the iron clank and crackle, the house slips smoothly cooler
until the chill crystals to a baseline, a new norm bats the sun
to impotent rays, a glint that keeps its heat
secreted in an eyelid's tortured flicker. There's wood--
it's piled in the drive, protected, but the birch needs a hauler
and the hauler needs a back, and the stove has a gullet
and the gullet has a hunger
and the baseline has a crack.

[avalanche]

Waffling Matilda was a real little bottler.
Number 2 is shades of Sandburg.....nice work.

[Bench]

These are both great. The [cracked] baseline repetition sets up an echo that lasts until well after the kettle's boiled. What a start!

[M]

Bela!! Good to see you decided to go for it after all! The second one is fun to read aloud. I felt the absence of heat. The baseline has a crack, indeed. Glad you're in.

[Scavella]

Well, if Bela can slip in under the wire ...

Really like #2.

Cheers, S

[Bela]

Many thanks, guys. Good to be here -- seems like weeks since I participated or, for that matter, wrote much of anything. Possibly longer.

Scavella -- I was simply unable to resist the very compelling argument I made to myself to grant me leniency with regard to the timing. And I think it may still have been April 1 in Hawaii.

[Arlene]

First time ever having the honor of reading you...such a pleasure, the second one especially.

[cookala]

holy crap - you're in!! *big smile* it's been too long
I like the way you started April with a boom, and #2 is awesome in many ways.
such a pleasure to read you again!

[Dani B]

"and the gullet has a hunger" - I like the double meaning, nicely enjambed; the whole of poem 2 tumbles along nicely. Great to have you in on April madness! -d

[Bela]

Many thanks, Cookie, Arlene & Dani!



April 3

Homemade Ice Cream

When low thrum murmurs mount to squeals,
a shriek of gears, resistance met, it's time to change
direction. The mix grows viscous over time
while chill digs deep and crystals seek to form
against the churn, then crushed. When murmurs mount
to squeals, resistance met, it's time to change--the tide reversed,
an engine hums
till murmurs mount to squeals and change and mount. When droplets form
then all is done.

[kristalynn]

I feel like I know just how to make homemade ice cream now, just by those lovely sounds.

[Angela]

It is so nice to read you, Bela!

In April 1, I am happy to se a decision of some sort has been made. I like the wisp of smoke in the middle there. Lilacs are my favorite flower.

April 2 just rolls off the tongue, even as things have come to a halt. I particularly like the hunger in the last lines.

April 3 has left me salivating for peach ice cream. The sounds remind me of little children begging for the ice cream truck to stop by. Nice.

[Andrea345]

At least the barrel gets banged in your pomelet. cool beans!