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#napowrimo2015

NaPoWriMo 16/30 Terzanelle

Posted on 17/04/2015 by Charlie Alford

I feel the immensity breathing
splashing through the expectations
finding my salvation in you

in our connected emotions.
Somewhere in this fog is doubting,
splashing through the expectations

loneliness screaming from your eyes.
Invisible tears calling out
somewhere in this fog is doubting

this reef is empty without you.
I will search for eternity
invisible tears calling out

to my destiny, my lobster.
Am swimming through the deep ocean
I will search for eternity

for you, as you are my someone.
I feel the immensity breathing
Am swimming through the deep ocean
I feel the immensity breathing.

Day 16 Challenge:

Today, I challenge you to write in the form known as the terzanelle. A hybrid of the villanelle and terza rima, terzanelles consist of five three-line stanzas and a concluding quatrain. Lines and rhymes are chained throughout the poem, so that the middle line of each triplet is repeated as the last line of the following triplet (or, for the last triplet, in the concluding quatrain). The pattern goes like this:
ABA
bCB
cDC
dED
eFE
fAFA or fFAA.

You can use any meter or line length, though you may want to try to have all of your lines in the same meter! (And you can always fall back on that old favorite, iambic pentameter).

#napowrimo2015

NaPoWriMo – 11/30 – A2Z Poem

Posted on 13/04/2015 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.

#napowrimo2015, Life

NaPoWriMo 9/30 – Is it worth it?

Posted on 10/04/2015 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?

#napowrimo2015, Seasons/Nature

NaPoWriMo – 8/30 – 7×7 Morning

Posted on 08/04/2015 by Charlie Alford

Curled in the tootsies this morn

winter, about to be born

frosty views of the window

deceiving me with blue sky

mother nature should not lie

but here I am freezing cold

blanket hostage I will hold.

#napowrimo2015, Australia

NaPoWriMo – 7/30 – View from the campervan

Posted on 07/04/2015 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.

#NaPoWriMo2014

Almost Twenty Little Poetry Projects

Posted on 30/04/2014 by Charlie Alford

Today was one of those days… for everyone else. It started with a Melbourne Metro Meltdown – it involved rats and fire! (I dare you not to click the link now! But come back,if you do). I wasn’t affected until I was asked to channel my inner minion and do the morning coffee run. As I was standing in the painfully long queue of damp Melbournians I avoided all eye contact and browsed the internet on my phone, as you do, and other than reading all the lovely likes and comments on my WordPress reader (go team!) I stumbled on NaPoWriMo website. I don’t know it happened it just did. Anyway I saw the Day 29 prompt – “Twenty Little Poetry Projects” and thus started a tennis game in my head. Well, not tennis, but one half of the brain was “you’ve posted your Day 30 give yourself a break” and the other half was “pfft, challenge accepted”. Well, work was quiet today and I’m posting here so I assumed you’ve all concluded which side of the brain won. So with out further ado, and apologies for the long winded introduction I give you my-almost-twenty-poetry-projects-poem.

So, Wednesday happened.

Waltzing through the epic commuter show

avoiding a woeful Richmond station.

She wrapped her hand around a ‘cuppa joe’

which stimulated this pointless narration.

She sat at her desk by a stormy scene

and waited for her universe to light up

Orange windows flash-dancing on her screen

reflection of words in her java cup.

“Good Morning Miss Charlie – Are you here yet?

Can you help me a with little something?

Trainaggedon – No, it’s not a threat

I’m late; Need mojo; but calls are waiting!”

Ah, the sweet aroma of cocoa beans

hot lattes of satisfaction

just a hasty injection of caffiene

then he can give you your explanation.

Evil calendars begin at nine

her face turns red at the sound of ‘tick tock’

Sure, Alfie will be back at her desk on time

twiddling her fingers; waiting for the clock.

C’est la vie.

#NaPoWriMo2014, Life

#NaPoWriMo Day Thirty – “April’s Journey”

Posted on 30/04/201429/04/2014 by Charlie Alford

She noticed the line between B and D

on the worn out stone in that photograph

and thought, what could that line possibly mean?

When she leaves here, she’ll paint an autograph

of all her thoughts, moments and poetry

signed, sealed, delivered with a smile and laugh.

Walking through time, her quest to history

where she wrote letters on a Wiltshire hill

pondering the worlds greatest mysteries.

Lie with her in fields of daffodils

as she gazes into Albion’s windows

from the grassy bench of Salisbury’s windmills.

Or find her dancing sunshine and rainbows

as she encounters New York Down Under

April Twenty Fourteen was quite a show

just like lightening in a storm of thunder.

Her line tastes like chai latte on Mondays

a blissful moment her heart could plunder

From point B, the line is a disarray

of wibbly-wobbly moments

just waiting to be played.

Prompt: All the 29 poems I’ve written this NaPoWriMo 2014.

#NaPoWriMo2014, Doctor Who

#NaPoWriMo – Day TwentyNine – ” I’m Still Cooking”

Posted on 29/04/201429/04/2014 by Charlie Alford

Amy: Who are you?

The Doctor: I don’t know yet. I’m still cooking.

Grease a standard humanoid

lightly brush with Sigmund Freud.

Blanch in Gallifree spirit

that’s laced in some English wit

then add a pinch of Ms Tate

and a dose of Cribbins, wait.

Now, whip up a retriever

a pug and a terrier

Spin around in a blue bowl

until he is a know-it-all

sprinkle with some history

and just a little mystery.

Bake until he is wordy

then decorate with quirky.

#NaPoWriMo2014, Life

#NaPoWriMo Day TwentyEight – “Falling”

Posted on 28/04/201428/04/2014 by Charlie Alford

Swooping off the cliff like a hungry bird
she follows her path to a places unknown
hunting for actuality – she is falling.
Expressing herself in drawings and words
creating a world inside her mind, her own
rain racing to the ground, she is falling.
Someday soon she will find a little nook
and paint her world in verses and hues;
tales of moments and places she has flown
through her life; a journey is all it took.
Falling.

Prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-26-2/

Picture Credits: http://www.falconrygallery.com/displayimage-18.html

#NaPoWriMo2014, Life

#NaPoWriMo Day TwentySeven – “An Existential Crisis”

Posted on 27/04/201426/04/2014 by Charlie Alford

Writing from an unmade bed

weary of the same four walls

wrapped in the same old pictures.

Why am I here?

Wandering up life’s mountain

weathered and crackling under

weak social preconceptions

What am I?

Worn out from institutions

wailing and waffling on;

wars on individuality.

Who am I?

Weakened from society’s chains

who would keep me on the beaten path

waiting for the answer

what will I be when I grow up?

We’re all in the same boat, they say.

Wrong, we’re split into factions

west and east; north and south

white and black – someone ask why?

Why are we here? What’s the point?

What is our objective?

We’re born into this giant globe

We should be the one’s to protect it…

Prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/poetry/ – Tautogram

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