Sunday, 30 April 2017

Day 30: Again & Again

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Today the prompt is to write about something that happens 'again and again' ...Here's a little riff on day and night....

Day and Night/Night and Day

Night follows day
morning follows night
moon dips
sun rises

Day hankers after night
moon rises
sun sets
morning tumbles in

Night before
morning afterwards
moon a sad farewell
sun a glad greeting

Morning a beginning
night an end
encore moon
firestarter sun

Night a lullaby
day all talk
moon a conductor
sun an inquisition

Light follows dark
dark follows light; 
moon a mirrorball
sun a star

Saturday, 29 April 2017

Day 29: Biblical

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This poem was inspired by this weeks gospel 'The Road to Emmaus'. Forgive me, but the Bible is full of great metaphors and symbols!


Most of the time
we never know
it was love we encountered,
never recognise it 
as such
until we look back
on hearts
filled with fire
at the words that were said

and the separate roads taken 

Friday, 28 April 2017

Day 28: Jazz Dipodic

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I've tried to do a dipodic verse but I kept going off track... meh! Oh well, I'm keeping with my subject matter's nature!


Al that razzmatazz
is jazz,
which requires
a kind of pizazz
for the free-kickin
rhythms of sass.
Enerved verve
that serves
a bossa nova 
so I told ya,
flamboyant beat
that keeps the heat
drums whistling sweet,
while saxophone emotes
curly smoking notes.
Piano chimes
echoing time,
semi-colon cool
bravado spool;
that never waver.
You got to feel 
its earnest zeal
to really get it,
let it smack hit
every part -
especially heart.  

Thursday, 27 April 2017

Day 27: Taste

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Today's prompt is to write a poem exploring the taste of something. Immediately I thought -  coffee. 

So it has to be maybe the most memorable coffee I ever had - as part of a breakfast, in Venice. Maybe my most vivid memory of the whole trip! It was Belissimo!

Breakfast in Venice

The coffee pours
like tar:
thick black night
as antidote
to morning.
Tastes like treacle,
smoke and bitter.
Woody deep, rich
as a Vivaldi suite.
Possibility fuel,
laced with intent.

Then the cornetti -
or croissants
with apricot jam
globed at their centres -
What a surprise!
No mere marmalade
but la dolce vita
sugar-spun, pastrified;
the Italian sun
ripening our tongues.
Breakfast, belissimo!
a Byzantine bravo.

The day to come
we're certain,
a feast.

Wednesday, 26 April 2017

Day 26: Space II

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Inspired by yesterday's prompt... This time on pupils, space (as in the cosmos), and spaces between. Hmmm.


In the space 
between you and me:
infinite matter.

A small circle of black
and the whole world

Infinite worlds 
from the pupils
of your eyes

which speak
in declarative tones:
this is love,
that's the end of that.

Full stops enlarged.
No space for speculation. 

Density of emotion
Black holes 
to lose time in.

Your face fills mine,
and my face yours;
of love 
come full circle.

The space between us
no longer interstellar 


Tuesday, 25 April 2017

Day 25: Space

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Today's prompt was to write about a small space of some kind.... Chose my current small but cosy room which is always a soothing space to be:


In this 4 x 4 of warm pink light,
heart's haven.
An atrium of readied beauty
honed to skill.
'The soul selects her own society...'
and this is mine: a bloom of a room,
petals enclosing love's quiet din.
Here, where I incubate dreams,
keep everything that is me
with heed collected, reminders to be.
Lullaby's lounge, where night 
remedies day.
Hyper-home for spirit.

Monday, 24 April 2017

Day 24: Ekphrasis Marginalia

Dancing Manicule.From a late 13th-century English manuscript. 

Today's (very strange) prompt was to write an ekphrasis poem (a poem inspired by an artwork) on the very specific art of medieval marginalia (notes on manuscript margins). Found this one above of a 'manicule', or little hand, a common motif apparently in these marginalia. 

Inner Critic

Let me alert you to a minor error, 
point out with rude extended finger
a maniacal blurt and blooper
run amok on unforgiving paper.

I am the beast that lurks inside,
serpent of the subconscious kind,
sharp, slick, doubter from the deep
manacled to any clever clout belief.

A scribble of self-loathing - 'man, I kill!" -
I just want to give you a little thrill
in the right direction. Accept
or I'll claw it all back to inept

Sunday, 23 April 2017

Day 23: Double Elevenie

100 Inspirational and Motivational Quotes of All Time! (23)

Today's prompt is to write a double elevenie, which goes as follows:

The first line is one word, a noun. 
The second line is two words that explain what the noun in the first line does, 
the third line explains where the noun is in three words, 
the fourth line provides further explanation in four words, 
the fifth line concludes with one word that sums up the feeling or result of the first line’s noun being what it is and where it is.

Well, this seems simple but was so HARD! My final results of about 10+ efforts are below. Inspired by the picture above that caught my eye today on Pinterest. (And don't you just love ampersands...?!)

Points of Note

knots together
at heart centre
a perfect pair forever;

skips ahead
to another conclusion
eschewing truth for space -

Saturday, 22 April 2017

Day 22: Earth Day

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I can't do a 'georgic' today as it just sounds too damn boring, but I will try a poem for Earth Day.

I've always been fascinated by the myth of Atlas and how he holds up the world... This poem is dedicated to all those 'Atlas' people out there - doing their best to preserve this world of ours from all kinds of harm.

Atlas, A Dedication

Might is resilience learned
and re-learned by heart. 
Power a gift, a curse, a coup 
of fate, hard-dealt, long-felt.
But Atlas accepts his burden, 
breaks hook and crook
into honour, no questions asked -
himself the only answer. 
Grace, bent back and bowed head,
ego replaced by humility, 
tirelessly, selflessly.
Such is strength, the ability to bear
the weight of a world (yours or 
someone else's).
Such is love, to hold it all, regardless,
in eternal struggle,

Friday, 21 April 2017

Day 21: Overheard Speech

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Oh, struggled with this one... This is kind of inspired from today's prompt but also from another NaPo prompt I saw to write a poem about forgetting...


What I overheard from your eyes
was for mine only. 

Words cannot translate or carry
the weight and worth
of what was left unsaid
for many years
accumulated there now. 

Layers of fossilised memories
I don't dare decipher
or I would forget

how to not remember.

Thursday, 20 April 2017

Day 20: Sports

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Today's prompt is to write a poem that incorporates a sports of your choice... Meh, I I can see the potential for metaphors, but this is all I could manage today:

Game of Life

No home runs in my field of dreams,
no 40 loves to measure by,
no surprise birdies or holes-in-one,
slamdunks or hat-tricks,
full strikes or finish lines.

Yes, I've always been
bad at sports.  At best, a sideline spectator
cheering someone else on.
No sweat and glory victory, no losing 
or rush and flush of taking part.

Wednesday, 19 April 2017

Day 19: Creation Myth

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Today's prompt is to write your own creation myth...

(This poem was written with the help of this song ~ Moon :)

Moon Story (Or A Story of Gravity)

Long ago when the earth -
from some cataclysmic collision -
cast aside its heart,
there was born the moon.

Far-flung, the heart hardened
to rock, barren birthplace of pain.
And kept its tethered distance.

For years, it orbited its planet home
content in cratered hurt,
the shock of separation
borne aloft, alone.
Tide-puller, tear-keeper,

melancholy muse-maker.
Satellite ghost of loss.

Yet amidst its scarred terrain -
the Ocean of Storms, the Sea of Rain -
there was named:
Sea of tranquility
Sea of fecundity
Sea of nectar.
Love, can never just die away. 

Now the moon's luminous face
gazes at the earth 
in wounded wonder, knowing 
it can never find its way back
Still, it honours the gravity 
between them, spinning on an axis 
of unending light.

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Day 18: Neologisms

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Today's prompt is to write a poem with neologisms - that is, new created words. 

Wasn't feeling any subject matter today until I came across this picture above... a man of many (bigly) neologisms himself! Ended up with a few puns too... who wouldn't.


When the President of the USA
met the Easter Bunny
the yolk was on him (ha)

but eggs did roll.
The world, shell-shocked,
from the dumbocracy of Il Dunce 

takes aim where it can.
When politics have become
all bumble and trumpbole, 

we wonder what will be
the fate of the free
with an comandeer-in-chief

of quiffical intent:
a peroxide blonde  
in control of the bombs.

The country cringes
as the bigly bigot
and his confederacy of dunces

lead the way down the rabbit hole  

to Blunderland.
Between the walling and the wailing,

the conning and the trumpetweeting
the thick-witted speech
and bomblastic trigger-treats,

the precedental urge
on us all -
is to weep.

Monday, 17 April 2017

Day 17: Nocturne

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Today's prompt is to write a nocturne - a poem about the night. 

I already have written a nocturne here back on Day 9... so today is just a snippet, a book spine poem I did recently:



Rooftop soliloquy 
to the moon:
miss you.