Day 13: Stream of a con

How about some random thoughts about a calf and how amazing things are going to be?

Prompt 13: “Today, in honor of the potential luckiness of the number 13, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like the example poem here, joyfully states that ‘Everything is Going to Be Amazing.’“

Stream of a con

Hard to do a stream of consciousness on a dog walk.
I pull the leash slightly and say:
“Come on, dog, I have a poem to write.”

Ooo, how amazing it is going to be.

Somebody told me that if you write as you think,
by line 18 you hit pure truth.
It must have been one of you.

Dreams are like poems,
checking if you are ready for what is coming.
And if you weren’t before, you damn well are now.

My last dream was the opposite 
of how amazing it is going to be.
Nobody could survive those winds.

No, actually my last dream
was about Dwight Powell,
Luka’s friend on the Mavs.

He was our host in New York,
bought us a fancy dinner
and invited us to visit him in Canada.

In the meantime,
the entire basketball world has a calf on its mind.
I thought that was an animal. 

But no, it’s Luka’s strained muscle.
The injury happened on the day I posted his poem.
I knew something was coming and had to make it hurt less.

So believe me when I say
it’s going to be amazing.
Alright, Dwight? Ready when you are.

But what is the con in the title?
A con woman or a convict?
The jury is still flat out.

Here you go, some Maremma cattle from right here in southern Tuscany. For you always need an extra calf.

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The last day in my NaPoWriMo history

2018: Best friend

A friend in need is
not a friend with weed but is
indeed a dog, that’s
better. A woman’s best friend
is a dog, while she is man’s. 

2019: Little witch

Her pen is at the ready
and so is her pan
in case a monster enters her shadowlands
in need of a good thrashing.
   
Some say:
“Go into the dark.
Write out of anger.
Explore the negative.”

She says:
“You have no idea  
what you’re asking for.” 

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2020: Sorry not sorry

“Have you ever taken the Big Five test?
There’s a category called ‘Neuroticism.’
I scored 0%. I think you might, too,”
Tom wrote once.

Sorry not sorry for that.
And for moving away.
And for not coming back.

I’m guilty.

I am living somebody else’s dream.
I am taking somebody else’s pictures.
I am breathing through somebody else’s mask. 

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2021: The Age of Silence

But what I really wish to know
is not what happens tomorrow:

The news I wish for
is how decades from now,
after the incoming
long and impenetrable
Age of Silence
the early morning calm
is broken
by 
a 
little
tweet. 

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This day in my blogging history

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  2014: Politeness, by A. A. Milne:

  If people ask me,
  I always tell them:
  “Quite well, thank you, I’m very glad to say.”
  If people ask me,
  I always answer,
  “Quite well, thank you, how are you to-day?”
  I always answer,
  I always tell them,
  If they ask me
  Politely…
  BUT SOMETIMES

     I wish

        That they wouldn’t.

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  2014: We have it as we want it. Don’t let anybody tell you otherwise.

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  2014: Here I come, here I go: From here to Slovenia.

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  2015: Arrivederci, Roma! And sorry, Angie, I know it was hard.

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  2016: A rare photo from Piran that I actually prefer in b&w.

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  2015: Yellow WordPress. A collection of yellows.

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  2017: Thursday Doors from Siena