After yesterday's late night, barely through the gate, entry; forgotten tags; desperate bid to stay on track for one a day ... Here comes an early one: Echo maker shoe sounder creaking footsteps foot's cradle laminated rows stage tread house liner dust protector splintered pathway secret keeper heart hider tell-tale planks What am I?
Today's prompt was a how-to poem. How to keep a promise write the words inscribe them burn them commit them to heart and to memory commit to the action the action of staying true of following through of making it happen no matter what no matter the time the place or the hour no matter… Continue reading #NaPoWriMo Day 19
The sound of home - Day Eighteen Prompt Let me know when you get home I'll be right Text me. Nah, I'll be right Just text. TEXT YOUR MOTHER Okay, okay. I'll text. GOOD Thank you Get home safe I will Text I will. Promise. Thank you I love my family. They care. They really… Continue reading #NaPoWriMo Day 18
When life feels storm grey and dim. Trust. Have Faith. Let It Go. A short one today, with the words I needed to hear. Trust. Have Faith. Let It Go. Sometimes I stress too much when I don't need to. Learning and getting stronger every day.
When I saw today's Almanac questionnaire prompt - I admittedly balked. It looked so long! But when you put the five minute time limit on it - it has some surprising results. Sometimes you don't realise what is lurking just under the conscious mind waiting to be discovered. So here is a simple poem for… Continue reading #NaPoWriMo Day 16
Happy half way mark! Feels good! 🙂 Red skin stretched taut over crisp cream Two hearts embedded with black eyes gleam. Cored and halved to share each heart is now laid bare. In the shade of the apple tree once sat my love and me. I have always loved old folk tales of men and… Continue reading #NaPoWriMo day 15
A writer of poetry in an old Victorian house creaking with the weight of the travellers it bears the dreamscape constantly shifts beneath my pen. The journalistic writer exploded in a rouse at the eccentric traveller who's staying upstairs his musical dreamscape blaring obnoxiously loud. This old Victorian house has become a writer's den… Continue reading #NaPoWriMo Day 14
All that glitters is not gold/ Not all creatures with wings can fly You made your bed, now lie in it/ But watch the penguins skid across the ice You're never too old to learn/ The way they dive into the ocean is a kind of flight Doubt is the beginning, not the end, of… Continue reading #NaPoWriMo Day 13
Maybe I'm missing something. Maybe I just have found-poetry-fatigue after doing the book spine poem the other day. Today's prompt was an index poem - and I just don't get it. Feel free to enlighten me. What I really enjoyed from NaPoWriMo today was the poet in translation, Turkey’s Sureyya Aantmen. I especially enjoyed her… Continue reading #NaPoWriMo Day 13
Silence but for a rhythmic rumble The pull of the tide each wave hauling a little closer it's luggage of sand and weed each retreat a Pause rebuilding strength heaving heave ho, to Crash again wearing down the sand to even finer grains We are all driven by… Continue reading #NaPoWriMo Day 12