Tag: napowrimo

NaPoWriMo Day 22: NaPoWriMo Blues

I got behind… again I got distracted… again There was other stuff going on… again Like last year When I didn’t finish And the year before When I barely finished So why This year of all years When there is more reason than ever…

NaPoWriMo Day 21: Lockdown Blues

It almost seems Pathetic To complain When we have a roof A house Money coming in- less, mind So much less And no help from on high Thanks to creeping criteria And tape not so much red As blue-blood coloured Fuck the Tories Fuck…

NaPoWriMo Day 20: Stallion Moon

My nine year old wrote Of the pale moon gracefully Riding stallion clouds.   I begged him for it That magical phrase, just to Say how proud I am.

NaPoWriMo Day 19: ASMR

I decided to write about things I love Things that move me Change me Settle me Heartily aware Of the potential narcissism Of ME ME ME But here we go… ASMR Sits in my heart A triumph of tingles From my scalp to my…

NaPoWriMo Day 18: Glass

Is it animal, vegetable, or mineral? We’re playing twenty questions And the boy can’t quite figure out If glass is one of the three Or none One or none Or some of all It’s mineral I say, without thinking But then I do think…

NaPoWriMo Day 17: Black Eyes

Crawling out of swamps Dripping metaphors Like similes That sear the skin Scream off Siren wails and Black eyes pierce The bard’s heart A bobbing larynx Gulping at tightness In throat. Waiting with a lute, Waiting to write of fear Instead, song upon song…

NaPoWriMo Day Sixteen: Drunkk

I had an idea For words In the middle of the night In vino veritas Perhaps But definitely In vino no memoriae.       (For the love of cheese someone clean up my Latin! Please!)

NaPoWriMo Day Fifteen: Lark Transmogrified

Following the NaPoWriMo prompt to write a poem inspired by music. I wish I could write a poem Like Williams wrote The Lark Ascending Those trills and furls of sheer beauty Capturing the essence of song The spring morn, The warmth of the sun…

NaPoWriMo Day Fourteen: A Pun, My Soul

Several times a day I make my husband groan Now that one’s not a euphemism, though it could be, I own… But he despairs of my wit, or my attempt at it The egg-cessive ingredients in the omelette Working it out with a pencil…

NaPoWriMo Day Thirteen: Only in Dreams

Only in dreams do I feel The success of nostalgia The culmination of that homesickness For that place I’ve never been At least not in this life Or with this body Or maybe with this soul I don’t pretend to know How it all…