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NaPoWriMo – Day 2 – Surreal

Grey haunting fog.

Stepping forward, from
shadow selves.

A flute echoes across the sky
stirring the dark and twisted
sounds of thunderous clouds
echoes the rushing rivers
meandering down the hill.

Angels favour the brave.
The oaks stand tall in the woods
battered and bruised
at the mercy of Zeus.

I am a wedge of cranberry cheese.
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NaPoWriMo 2023 – Day 1 – The Art of Book Covers

Started at: https://www.napowrimo.net/

I am the 18th edition
of an annual incarnation
I offer no explanation
for this pathetic introduction.
My stems are weathered by… life.
My leaves are folded in secret.
I could write down all my desires
but the darkness won’t let me keep it.
A daisy taught me to market
the stigma running through my core
and make myself the target
in everything I live for.
But the words fall flat on the page
and I sit alone on the stage
squared in a transparent cage
smelling of lavender and sage.
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On Writing Poetry

On Writing Poetry

Da-duh. Da-duh. Dah-duh, My finger taps.
A Word Art race. Scurry across my eyes
Like math, dancing into a rhythmic sequence
They say mean it, do you know what I mean?
My heart’s static. A buoy in the ocean
Floating, drifting – a gypsy vagabond
Words tornado our binding emotion
Beckoning your aching heart to respond.
Someone said your soul should orate your truth
Let your heart hug people – join the chorus
Animate the philosophy of youth
But please please, do your best not to bore us.
Our brain is the marionettist of life
And our fingers bear the unwanting strife.

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Triolet: If it’s quite alright

If it’s quite alright, my darling
I’ll remember the time we met
A lakeside Autumn, so charming
If it’s quite alright, my darling
You offered your hand for dancing
Weaving in a timeless duet
If it’s quite alright, my darling
I’ll remember the time we met.

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Sunflower

Sunflower

I am tall and yellow.
How far does the blue sky go?
The twitter of the Chickadee’s
Dance through the mighty white oaks
Awakening the forest,
and I stand tall and yellow.
I try to burst from the earth
Turn and face the sun
I feel the heat
and worry the drought
Won’t let her cry.
I am tall and yellow.
I bring the joy and sparkle
A thousand suns
Planted in eternal fields
I try to stand tall
I try to stay yellow
I hope for tomorrow.
I am a sunflower fellow.

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Metaphorical Self-Portrait

Metaphorical Self-Portrait

I am the steeple’s rose
Lost in enigmatic love
I want to be that pig in mud
Playing in a sea of straw.
But I inhale the dragon
Stone-washed eyes
Mask frustration
As the fear burns.
The rose forgets to breathe,
When it’s caught in a breeze.