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NaPoWriMo – Day 2 – Surreal

Posted on by Charlie Alford 
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

Posted on by Charlie Alford

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.
Posted in NaPoWriMo 2016, Writing

NaPoWriMo – 27/30

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Have you ever just stopped and noticed that buzzing,

the constant bzzzz and eternal humming?

A network of insomniacs, the lights are always on

from New York to London, and even Taiwan.

I dream of that moment, the holy grail of silence

in the deepest darkest spot of the worlds remotest island

a place where the trees won’t rustle and the winds won’t whistle

where there is absolutely nothing, not even a thistle.

But I know in my heart it will never come true

because no matter where I go, no matter what I do

I will never find a moment of complete and utter peace

when my heart beats so fast, I can hear myself breathe

Even my exhales are noisy, as they pass on out

and the voice in my head just wants to shout

I can feel the thump of my temples against my hand

and the thud of my head when it decides to land.

Have you ever just stopped and noticed that buzzing,

the constant bzzzz and eternal humming?

There is no such thing as silence, not even peace

Just me and you, and you and me.

Posted in NaPoWriMo 2016, Writing

NaPoWriMo – 25/30

Posted on by Charlie Alford

The Huntsman’s name is Death,

his horses’ name is Time

they’re out to catch my breath

at the end of my line.

They wait in the shadows

they watch me at prayer

they blanket me in woe

they simply linger there.

Death and Time are good friends

they are the foes of man

every life they attend

every life they brand.

 

Inspired by Arthur Conan Doyle’s ‘The Huntsman’

Posted in NaPoWriMo 2016, Writing

NaPoWriMo – 24/30

Posted on by Charlie Alford

There is no such thing as an easy road,

the land twists and turns at the weathers fight,

but high above where the long river flowed

pride and peace prevail at the sight.

She scrambled over the big jagged rocks,

and channeled Puffing Billy up the hill.

She pushed herself until she saw black dots

but nothing was stronger than her will.

For, when she arrived at the highest point,

she sat and surveyed the earths majesty.

Although, she had worn out her weary joints,

the journey was threaded in her life’s tapestry.

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NaPoWriMo – 23/30

Posted on by Charlie Alford

I wonder, how was this morning for you?

Can you remember the sights and the sounds?

It is in the moments we see the truth

a thought, while I stand upon frozen ground.

 

At 8, I watched the steam rise from my tea

At 9, I felt the breathe of Sunday morn

I walked, watching Winter begin its weave

the flowers stripped bare, revealing their thorns.

 

But, the flicker of hope remains in the sky

as the summer yellow turns to bright white

there is still beauty in things as they die

and nothing more beautiful then this sight.

 

So, the next time you step into Sunday

be grateful for the moment that makes May.