Tag: National Poetry Writing Month

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… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 19: ASMR”

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… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Fifteen: Lark Transmogrified”

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… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Fourteen: A Pun, My Soul”

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… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Thirteen: Only in Dreams”

NaPoWriMo Day Twelve: The Starter

I can’t stop thinking about it Living in my kitchen Sealed in its jar… Or so I thought. It crept out one night After we’d watched too much dark sci-fi And the bubbles were more meaningful than ever It crept out, right through the… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Twelve: The Starter”

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”