Charlie, Charles or Chum
whispered ‘Carpe Dium’
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Tag: national poetry month
NaPoWriMo 16/30 Terzanelle
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).
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NaPoWriMo – 11/30 – A2Z Poem
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.
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NaPoWriMo 9/30 – Is it worth it?
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?
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NaPoWriMo – 8/30 – 7×7 Morning
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.
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NaPoWriMo – 7/30 – View from the campervan
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.
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Almost Twenty Little Poetry Projects
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.
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#NaPoWriMo Day Thirty – “April’s Journey”
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.
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#NaPoWriMo – Day TwentyNine – ” I’m Still Cooking”
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.
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#NaPoWriMo Day TwentyEight – “Falling”
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
Charlie Ann Alford 
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