I definitely will. Here are a sample of the few I will be putting into my book:
360⁰
I turn away from the window,
Toronto slowly spinning;
I see him gazing at me
and my nervousness slowly fades
when his dark brown eyes
stare into my amber eyes.
For five minutes I had stared
and studied the Toronto skyline,
too nervous that I would say the wrong thing,
but this is a moment I’ve wanted for too long;
just spending time with him face to face—
and he smiles back at me.
Just like old times, I smile and laugh
when I mention a building
looks like something we’d find in Dubai.
He laughs, his father is a doctor there now,
and he starts teaching me some Arabic again.
I take off my coat; Courage the Cowardly Dog
reveals himself from my shirt—
“That was my favorite show growing up!”
“Mine too!”
We chatter on about our favorite childhood things,
some hopes and dreams, and I show him my camera,
as I capture the gold coy stenciled on the window—
is that him smiling at the scenery too?
It feels like I’ve known him forever offline,
like rifts and waves never came ashore
our anxieties seem to wash away, though;
and as the bison bangers and mash
(he let me pick the dish we’d split,
and the dessert too—whatever I wanted)
was being brought to our table,
he begins to express that
if I was staying a bit longer
and he had more money,
he would take me to a lot more places
in downtown Toronto,
Spadina, the art sections, everything;
but we’re both grateful for this time
as Toronto slowly spins around us,
I’m glad the bridge didn’t burn.
Jays Home Opener 2016
Welcomed by the smell of freshly cut grass;
although the dome is closed so no wind can pass
since Toronto is below freezing tonight—
the artificial feel of Spring is just right:
my brand new Blue Jays blanket sits unharmed in the bag,
as people make way to their seats with so much swag
that getting through causes such chaos and despair;
yet when all settles, we can hear practice balls flying through air…
Bautista takes the field, it’s a perfect hit,
the field brand new, the players a perfect fit.
“Opening Day 2016” stenciled in fresh paint,
as Bautista exits left, field crews acquaint
their brooms to the dirt, to smooth for the game
and for tonight’s festivities: the MVP named.
Much excitement is in the air, even if Toronto’s skyline can’t be seen,
my first home opener in a brand new city, the grass so green;
cameras everywhere, Drake playing in the background,
I’m loving this, even if he’s mixed in with other noisy sounds.
The crowds grow quiet as the announcer calls:
lights dim, the National Anthems sang, play ball!
Musings of a Creative Writer: NaPoWriMo Day #16: Belly Dancing in Toronto Aubade
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I will have to Google more about the CN Tower because it does sound interesting and would make a good poem.
