The Woodpecker

Billing into the tree
to insect itself enough
to survive, while I
garbaged down the alley
in my pajamas, then
staired back up to my son,
who was oatmealing
and buffalo plaid bathrobing
while once again kneeing
up over the table, but I
hated to lecture the stillness,
so I peaced it, this time.

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Today’s prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads was to write a poem in which we did a lot of verbing (making nouns into verbs). It was harder than it looked — I kept thinking of nouns that already are verbs. I kept “lecture,” in fact, even though it’s on shaky ground.

And with that, we’ve reached the end of NaPoWriMo. Thank you so much for following along! As for what happens next month (starting tomorrow), I can’t even speculate … yet.

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16 thoughts on “The Woodpecker

  1. sanaarizvi says:

    Ooh I love “oatmealing and buffalo plaid bathrobing”..💜 its been a pleasure writing alongside you this month, Marilyn 😊

  2. willow88switches says:

    Wonderful verbing to close the month!

    It’s been a real pleasure sharing with you and reading your unique voice. Happy trailings to you.

      • willow88switches says:

        Uh …. sit with an “applesauce” brain? LOL – I know I am …. and have come to an abrupt halt – but will just slowly get back to “normal” for whatever that means …

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