Tag: napowrimo

NaPoWriMo Day 3: Isolation Haiku

Open the window Taste sky, smell laughter, eat hope; Breath in the bird song.

NaPoWriMo Day 2: Something Changed

A witch of the wind I’ve always been Smelling out the change in seasons Through the breaths between the words The inhale before each breeze Which leaves a blossom scented stillness Or in autumn, the petrichor of rotting leaves and rain Or in winter,… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 2: Something Changed”

NaPoWriMo Day 1: The Fallen

I cried last night I guess I already told you But it’s rare for me Despite chronic depression A range of anxieties Suspected other conditions Where diagnosis only failed through Lack of time and effort So I feel sad, a lot But I rarely… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 1: The Fallen”

NaPoWriMo Day 21: Angry

Don’t be late Tie your shoes Shut the gate Please don’t lose Keys again It’s the end Help your mum Help your friend Shut your mouth Now speak up Louder please Fill your cup Homework done? Pens in pot Eat that dinner While it’s… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 21: Angry”

NaPoWriMo Day 20: A Fresh Look

I never realised How other people see you So kind So warm So thoughtful I need to slip Behind their eyes And look at you Afresh.

NaPoWriMo Day 19: Opportunity

See a door closing Thrust your toe, jam it open; Crow bar it wider.

NaPoWriMo Day 18: No Real Use

No real use for these He sighs And plucks the flower Now endangered But because his land Is full of them He won’t believe It’s true A weed to him Plant based vermin Taking over Invasive He is unwilling to see He is lucky… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 18: No Real Use”

NaPoWriMo Day 17: Bean Bags?

Is it a bag of beans? Who decided that Tiny polystyrene beads Were actually beans? Are they named for dried beans? Fresh beans? Baked beans? I don’t understand. And why is it a bag? It’s a seat. A pouffe. A tuffet, perhaps. A stool,… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 17: Bean Bags?”

NaPoWriMo Day 16: Hamsters

(Prompt from eight-year-Old Nathan) They’re funny, they’re furry They look so sweet But once they see fingers It’s time to eat Hamsters are cute Hamsters are small They adore that wheel And the weird rolling ball But their little black eyes Are watching you… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 16: Hamsters”

NaPoWriMo Day 15: Old Creaker

Creaking like a ship at sea Sails rattling and flapping Snapping in a stiff Ocean breeze Salt in the wounds Groaning, moaning, Straining to rise Rise above the decks Like a looming wave; I only trickle gently Towards the final shore.