NaPoWriMo 2026, Day 22

Posted on April 22, 2026 by Mary Beth Frezon

Happy Earth Day. NaPoWriMo suggests a poem with an inner dialogue. Here’s one I’ve been having for a few weeks. It’s the age-old artist problem – keep on exploring in the area that you’ve been doing and where there’s skill and comfort or try something new and be a beginner. Maybe find a way to do both but will that work?

this week recalling the magic woman
who cast aside her deep knowings
for years in service, in anger
it vanished into morning mists and chores
one day awakened by a bird, a touch,
she must regather it all step by stone
straighten out the twigs, put the flow to rights
all requiring remembrance and work
the work is all we have in this life
strength that comes from repetition and risk
and so I picked up my tools once again
nervous but eager to begin again
afraid to lose myself in this my work
which only wants all of me or nothing

Pieces of fabric stuck to a wall, lots of blues, triangles, squares. a few pieced squares that look like simple houses - a roof and a window.

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NaPoWriMo 2026, Day 21

Posted on April 21, 2026 by Mary Beth Frezon

Got Deja vu? Sure do! (Sounds like a George Bilgere title! and is not the NaPoWriMo optional prompt du jour)

Shall I write about trees again?
Another round of people loved and lost?
Should there be a line about that time we
kissed and wept and hated and wept
as though the moon would never shine again?
never is a long time I think
forever down the road the other way
and the trees are out there and full of birds
this cup of coffee, just one of thousands
these three cats, the latest iteration
so then, these words, written or typed
circling back to tell me — yes, life goes on
this latest april snow, this bright green grass
these dishes I’ve washed since college.

A small bowl with a blue onion pattern around the rim and center has a stainless steel spoon with a beaded edge resting in it. They both sit on a handwoven cream-color cloth.

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NaPoWriMo 2026, Day 20

Posted on April 20, 2026 by Mary Beth Frezon

When there are no birds at the feeder, there’s usually a reason, and sometimes the story is revealed in a few feathers left behind. NaPoWriMo suggested “try writing your own poem that uses an animal that shows up in myths and legends as a metaphor for some aspect of a contemporary person’s life. Include one spoken phrase.” I’m not sure I managed all that but it did gather some thoughts on life in the yard.

In the quiet yard
a pile of feathers, yellow, black
left behind in the struggle
now all is still, no mourning
no sad songs, no vigils
At the end of the drive
tan and black feathers, scattered
not by wind but hunger
I take one, feeling complicit
knowing it was a mourning dove
knowing it was a sudden death
but as I turn to go I hear
three crows yelling to the mourners
Hey! We found him! We will give chase!

a disheveled white feather on the grass

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NaPoWriMo 2026, Day 19

Posted on April 19, 2026 by Mary Beth Frezon

I can’t believe it’s Day 19 already. Also can’t believe it’s legit snowing/slushing outside. Seems to be turning over to just snow now and coming down hard. That’s because I put my screens in the windows yesterday!

We had a wonderful time at the concert last night. I could have gladly heard Ohlsson play several more Chopin encores but it was still enough. I was a bit surprised that people left after that, at intermission and sad for them because the Elgar Variations were just beautiful.

I listened to Chopin on the ride home and am still not tapping into the “real world” stuff yet. After some coffee…. after some coffee.

today the slushing rain has filled
the yard with thirty-ish finches
all arguing for seed and perch
before I saw the snow out there
I drew on a sweater, grateful
for its old gray wooly friendship
I poured coffee into my cup
with glad familiarity
I chatted with my mother
about last night concert’s pleasure
a concerto favorite of Dad
she said she knew he was with us
I knew as we stood applauding
he was quietly loving us.

Landscape with a low barn red building on the left and a tree, with distant trees. There's a wet looking driveway in the mid ground with some small pines. In the air is a lot of snow.

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NaPoWriMo 2026, Day 18

Posted on April 18, 2026 by Mary Beth Frezon

When I saw the notice for this concert – Garrick Ohlsson performing Rachmaninoff’s Second with the Albany Symphony plus Elgar Variations and a new commissioned work, you bet I bought tickets! I listened to a lot of Ohlsson and Chopin over the last years, and watched him talk about Chopin and playing the piano. So yes please.

today is finally the day
all week in darker crevices
that one calendar reminder
concert saturday evening
the well known pianist and the
local orchestra two pieces
much loved and a new commission
we’ll put on our nicer clothes
we’ll have dinner beforehand
we’ll find a nearby parking spot
and walk the old sidewalks of spring
getting an escort to our seats
all week i have waited for this
a taste of normal worth the fight

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