Tag: writing

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

NaPoWriMo – 10/30 – Bat

Posted on by Charlie Alford

There, hangs a bat on

the telephone line

listening to the world

pretending he feels fine

how did he get here

he couldn’t tell you

resting from the night

he can hear your shoe 

tapping on the ground 

keeping him from sleep

here it is Monday

the start of the week 

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 – 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.

Posted in #napowrimo2015

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 Life, Loss

Bluey Thoughts

Posted on by Charlie Alford

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Thoughts fall to my bashful Blue
as the world spins without you.
Daydreams of Cabrera woods
where long ago we once stood.
You in blue, brown, black and white
Me in navy dress and tights.
Our bench sleeps quietly
nestled within the tall trees
if those ancient oaks could talk
they would tell tales of our walks
trotting around the river
after school until I shivered
then up the hill to our home
where I would read a heavy tome
and you would curl at my feet
enjoying the roaring fires heat.

Posted in Life, Loss

a sad thought

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Brunching in the city park
shopping from dawn until dark
inhaling strong chai lattes
in the labyrinth of laneways.

I’m staggering to recall
memories of us, is this all
random moments here and there
tucked away beneath the stairs.
Pictures of you are calling
through the hallway echoing
I remember, you were there
popping in to show you care.

The seasons have clouded my
memories of you. I want to cry
yearning for the could have been
dwelling on the should have been.

With the storm came the changing
your life was rearranging
contemplating what was next
every conversation hexed
a tired withering flower
yielding to a Spring shower
drowning in abundance of time
poisoned by the cheese and wine.

Posted in Writing 201

A Sonnet’s Future

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Tomorrow is the not yet travelled road
an invisible step on the cliff edge
reaching with outstretched arms and a blind fold
hanging tight onto today’s window ledge.
Drowning in the fear of not knowing
but knowing the next step could mean drowning
either way it’s almost suffocating
knowing today could be the ending.
But tomorrow holds possibility
a place where dreams and desires could come true
a blank page of an unwritten story
an adventure awaits for me and you.
So take each moment as time keeps moving
the lesson of life to just keep writing.