The Snowflake Chronicles

NaNoWriMo 2013 Poems

1

fifty thousand words
written one-day-at-a-time
the focus is clear

2

a cold wind blowing
tree limbs waving in the dawn
the house is silent

3

weariness sits in
breakfast sandwich and coffee
I need more to eat

4

Because I procrastinated
I am behind 1,667 words
even though
the time is last
it may be possible
to catch up on the word count.

5

a cloudy Tuesday
charcoal gray clouds hide blue sky
the coffee is hot

6

I desire to write
while I sip hot dark coffee
one cup at a time

7

a cloudy Tuesday
the damp in the morning air
penetrates my bones

8

On a rainy day in Vegas
When outside activity gets me wet
The only thing I can do
Is remain indoors and write.

9

on the Feast of Speech
the raindrops whisper to earth
about God's Glory

10
A Weary Friday Morning in Las Vegas

What's wrong with me today?
I'm tired,
I'm yawning,
I'm unable to focus,
I don't want to go to sleep,
but I can't write,
I can't think,
I can't review:
What's wrong with me today?

Do I need more to eat?
I ate a peanut butter sandwich,
perhaps something else
maybe warm up the soup
that's in the fridge,
or make an egg and cheese sandwich:
Do I need more to eat?

Do I need another cup of coffee?
Perhaps a glass of chocolate milk
will wake me up
and get me going:
Do I need another cup of coffee?

11
A Painful Sunday Morning

It's a painful Sunday morning,
getting up every fifteen minutes
so that the osteoarthritis in my knees
don't lock the joints
or sitting down every twenty minutes
so that my legs don't collapse under me.

It's a painful Sunday morning,
trying to live another day without heat
because if I turn it on
the power bill will go through the roof
and I still have to pay
last month's bill.

It's a painful Sunday morning,
but this too shall pass
like winter
when spring's
warm smile appears.

12
Sunday Thoughts

Clouds decorate the morning sky.
Las Vegas
is still
damp and chilly
after three (or is it four)
days of rain.

I still have 20%
of my 50,000 word novel to write
and there are only six
days remaining in November.

A cup of hot tea
sustaining me
while I contemplate
the next chapter.

13

a chilly morning
word by word a chapter done
hunger satisfied

14
A National Novel Writing Month Poem

An empty coffee cup
and I still have about 10,000
words to write.

Hunger awakes
the desire for food
a grilled cheese sandwich
with hot sauce.

Is it too chilly
for a cold
cherry Dr. Pepper;
it doesn't matter
because I will open
a can anyway.

An empty coffee cup
waiting for me
to fill it
and warm the coffee up
in the microwave.

15

stiff from morning's chill
fingers warm up as I type
91%

16

write another day
page by page the word count mounts
to 50,000

17
It's a NaNoWriMo Thanksgiving

50,000 words done
and two more chapter to write
before I can call the novel complete.

18
A NaNoWriMo Poem

writing 50,000 words
an accomplishment that builds
a writer's ability
to write a planned novel
off the cuff.

19
Eggnog And the Holiday Season: A Poem

The holiday season has begun,
the grocery store has
eggnog in the dairy case
and Christmas music
is echoing
through the aisle.

20
Happy Thanksgiving: A Poem

Have a thankful Thanksgiving
no matter where you are
and share the blessings
of gratitude
with all you encounter today.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving
and give to those in need
so that they will receive
gratitude's blessings.

21

The goal is achieved,
but is the novel finished:
Do I need one more chapter?

22
One Year Ago Today:
November 29, 2013

One year ago today
my mother passed away
and ascended into paradise.

One year ago today,
I stopped writing
my 2012 NaNoWriMo novel
and it still lays in
my writing.com portfolio
waiting for completion.

One year ago,
I did not meet
the NaNoWriMo
50,000 word goal

This year,
on November 27,
I exceeded
the 50,000 word goal,
but I do not think
this year's novel
Midnight in Suburbia
is complete.

One year ago today
my mother passed away
and ascended into paradise.

23

The goal exceeded,
I inhale crisp morning air
and pour another
cup of black coffee.

24

The word count exceeded,
I cut a huge slice of pumpkin pie,
smother it with whipped cream
and relax with a hot cup of coffee,
while wondering
"Where do I go from here?"
"What is my next move?"

25

A chilly morning
in late November when
oak leaves are turning orange.

26

Falling leaves always
remind me of the New Year
and new aspirations.

27

They call it Holiday Nog
because its eggnog
flavored 2% low fat milk;
at 66
this is what my holiday celebrations
have come to.

28

I stayed home on Black Friday,
I saved money
and gas at the same time