21 April 2017

Saturday Stitching #2: Only Dishcloths

I'm still trying to learn how to balance all the things that I want to accomplish, and unfortunately blogging here is still falling to the bottom of the list. Here's a short video showing what I've been doing with yarn.

13 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day 13

I’m sorry that I missed a few days of NaPoWriMo; life got in the way and I haven’t been able to make writing a priority yet. Anyway, today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo.net is to write a ghazal. I’ve never even heard of that form before, but I think I can use it to write about what is on my mind today.

So many things to do, but her hand is numb.
She wants to do them all, but her hand is numb.

Motivation has to claw and fight its way out
And make a stand against the numb.

Will he show his anger towards her
Or present a passive face that is numb?

She tries to explain but it is never enough
To make him believe she is numb.

Dani beats her hand against her thigh
But she can’t hasten the retreat; her hand is numb.

--Dani M. Sanders, 13 Apr 2017

04 April 2017

NaPoWriMo #4

Step into the light, he told them.
Why are you fighting in the streets,
Doing the enemy's work
By killing each other
So he doesn't have to get his hands dirty?
Don't make it easy for him.
Be the beacon
Be the change
Be the voice of reason
That shows the enemy
We are human, too.

--Dani M. Sanders, 04 Apr 2017

03 April 2017

NaPoWriMo #3: Elegy

Today's poem comes from another NaPoWriMo prompt. The challenge is to write a poem about someone or something that is no longer with us.


She didn't like to read
But words were her friends.
To her they were shapes
Hidden in a forest of letters
Waiting for her to seek them out
And corral them with her pen.
She was often seen
With books of flimsy newsprint
In her gnarled hands
Circling the mysterious words
Without knowing their meaning.
Or so we thought.
Piles of scrap paper were found
After she was gone,
With language that she never used
In daily conversation
Scrawled across the pages,
Words that belonged to her
Once she'd captured them
In the word-search woods.

--Dani M. Sanders, 03 Apr 2017

02 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 #2: Recipe

Today I used a prompt from NaPoWriMo.net to create my poem. The poem is supposed to be in the form of a recipe, either real or imaginary.


"There's nothing in here to eat."
That's what she used to say
When confronted with
A nearly empty larder and
A burgeoning hunger.
What she was really saying was
"Feed me,
Soothe me,
Take care of me."
But after many years of this
He stopped coming to her rescue
With packages from diners and dives.
When was she going to
Feed him,
Soothe him,
Take care of him?
So she gathered those scraps
She thought were nothing --
Half an onion
Handfuls of spinach
Beef broth
Bruised tomatoes
Diced garlic
Dashes of spices
Angel hair pasta
All her prayers --
Sauteed them with sense,
Stirred them with soothing,
And served them with care.

--Dani M. Sanders, 02 Apr 2017