Tag: #NaPoWriMo

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NaPoWriMo – 12/30

Posted on by Charlie Alford

In the hours before the dawn
above the rented unkept lawn
rests a weary tired fox
in her creamy coloured box.

Beyond her door is a show
where others presume to know
who she is and where she’s been
but there are sides they have not seen.

She escapes the game through her books
happy in her little nook
surrounded by pictures of friends,
tattered postcards, and mail to send.

Flowery perfume fills the space
souvenirs of another place
cork boards filled with rainbow post-its
clothes bursting from the closet.

She crawls up here once a day
finds her doona and there she lays
time out from the world outside
the only place she can hide.

Posted in #napowrimo2015

NaPoWriMo – 11/30 – A2Z Poem

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Asking me again, like a
broken record
circling conversations, like
Death lingering
entombed in our talks.
Free me from this expectation
Grant me the salvation
Halt your narration
I am sighing at your
jousting affirmations.
Kindred spirits
living and loving
meandering down the rivers
neverending, but
open the possibilities.
Please,
question them
refuse to answer them
soundtracks are your making
they are only them.
Unicorns and rainbows
vexed by conformity
we are who we are
existentially,
you are.
zig-zags are more fun than straight lines.

Posted in #napowrimo2015, Life

NaPoWriMo 9/30 – Is it worth it?

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Is it worth it?

To do, for the sake of doing
to follow the motions of growing
following what is expected
oh, this society is infected.

They say follow the yellow brick road
as long as you also do as your told
The land of Oz is for dreaming,
just fairytales and meme-ing.

Reality is conformity
follow the rules – happily
be judged if you take a detour
They ask, Is it really worth fighting for?

I like the unknowing of tomorrow
choosing which line I’ll borrow
making the day as I go
just another face in this show.

Why should I follow the motions?
When life is as immense as the ocean.
Why should I do what ‘they’ say?
Who are ‘they’ anyway?

Is it worth it?

Posted in #napowrimo2015, Australia

NaPoWriMo – 7/30 – View from the campervan

Posted on by Charlie Alford

I’ve finally arrived back in Melbourne city after spending the last five days in the red centre of Australia. The following is inspired by my final moments there… and I am happy to have finally caught up with napowrimo.

the endless grassy landscape

to much for one heart to take

little geckos try to blend

young dingos want a friend

looking beyond what i see

the laughter of family

penetrates the silent dreams

as thirsty eyes search for streams

I love this sunburnt country

like a kestral floating free

I love this sunburnt country

roaming wild and free.

Posted in #napowrimo2015, Australia

NaPoWriMo – 6/30 – Kathleen Springs

Posted on by Charlie Alford

An aqua family
lives below copper rocks
that enclose and impose
over a desert valley.

The rainbow dragons fly
twinkling above the still
dancing the whistling breeze
listening to the birds squee and cry,

Rustles in nearby grass
warrants suspicious looks
studying every blade
a city girls anxious task.
But deep in this spiritual home
all can come and all can roam.

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NaPoWriMo – Day 4 – Desert @ Dusk

Posted on by Charlie Alford

a couple heads in the outback 
front row to the Milky Way
navy ceiling sprinkled with stars
oh, the immensity of space
oh, the vastness of this place 
a couple of heads in the desert
surrounded by red rocks and sand
sleeping dingos, snakes and flies
oh, the immensity of this space
oh, the vastness of this place 
Posted in #napowrimo2015, Australia

NaPoWriMo – 3/30 – I saw a turtle on Uluru

Posted on by Charlie Alford

I saw a turtle

on a side of Uluru

caught in sands of time

red, hot and frozen

under a strong southern sun

surveying the land

a fractured earth wishing rain

would replenish its thirst

Turtle nods ‘palya’ to new friends 

that gulp down water 

finding solace in rare shade 

but showing respect 

to him and his ancient rock. 

Posted in #napowrimo2015, England, Writing

NaPoWriMo 2015 – 1/30 – Reflecting

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Is it too late for yesterday?

A reel of memories on replay;

The Lions roar turned out the lights

Casting the day into the night

Hiding under the Chelsea Bridge

Haunted by the London Blitz

Smoke stings her weathered grey skin

A mighty war she was breathing in

Fightin’ them for bread and water

A small bereft southern daughter

Blasted out of her rub-a-dub

Just her and her little cub.

What happens when tomorrow comes

Will she be cast back into the slums

collateral damage of this time

where being poor was a crime.

The photos linger in the past

But the stigma will always last

Just a shot of another place

Another time in another space.