Another year older. I always find it very retrospective especially during NaPoWriMo time.
On this day
I took a breath
And another and another
And another
And I am still here
Taking it all in
Looking forward to the next 45
With all that is around me
and beyond.
I’m just flowing today. Here goes…
Out of the darkness
Into the spring evening light
The cool air envelops
washing away hours of fonts and pixels
I walk slowly into the sun
which warms my dull face
I want this moment to extend
I don’t want to amend what is perfection
But I turn a corner and see my steed
waiting to take me home
Away it goes
Along with me, my dull face and my font and pixel eyes.
Going promptless today
I opened the window this afternoon
I walked away and got on with my day
I came back to the room where the window was open
And stopped
And breathed
And laid down
The air like rich perfume
So fresh
So Spring
Engulfed my clouded lungs
Surrounding each sac
Laid bare and clean
I felt greedy
But thankfully had to keep breathing.
So it has been a while. Life has gotten in the way and now I want to begin again. Take control and let the creativity flow. Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo site – choose from a list of words – I chose window.
A window into darkness
Sets me away from the world rushing by
When lights and flashing jolt me upright
And the horn once so distant now enveloping
I take this time and look out
Into the inky night
The moon hides from me now
It would rather sleep itself
But I lay here
Taking stock of the motion
Feeling time be my friend
Even though it too wants to speed away
And leave me motionless
But this train keeps going
And a window into darkness remains.
This was actually written last year but never got around to posting.
We are broken
The cold has invaded our hearts
The separation has infected our beings
We don’t know how to come together
To be humanity
Instead we pick away at one another
Continue to separate
Until all that will be left
Is ashes
The moment when you stand still
Breathe in
Realizing that winter is losing its hold
and Spring is on the cusp
of a dramatic take over
Today’s prompt from #NaPoWriMo is to write a variation of an acrostic poem using a phrase.
Cast the weary world
A long line
Cold days have come again
Eye freezes on the whiteness of Spring
On the sanctity of being
Life so fragile
On the sanctity of dying
Death so close
Horseman take away this weariness
Pass the days to brightness
By the strength of the sun – Spring come back!
#NaPoWriMo prompt today is “you to write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual – or at least something that seems unusual in relation to that person/creature.”
I take my trident and try to bear my weight
In this hell of dust and wind eddies
Not eels that dance upon water
But mini cyclones that sting my eyes
I try to walk but the heat sears my feet
The sandy dirt – evaporated misery
That drifts onto black tar – harder and more hellish
I half expect Hades to jump from behind
One of these colourful chariots on black wheels
I follow these mortals
As they stare and my slowly evaporating glory
Into what feels like the icy nether regions – none have visited
I look and stare – half price swimsuits
SOLD!
Enjoying the prompts right now – here is a new one from #Napowrimo – “write a poem that argues against, or somehow questions, a proverb or saying.”
Red Sky at Night or Red sky in the morning
What it brings is either happiness or warning
But what if it was opposite and we have lived in delusion
Whether sailor or shepard – we cannot draw a conclusion
The red to me is anger either morning or night
Reminding us of mother nature’s might
Keeping us alert to the power of change
This should instead make us figure out the range
Of our limits on this earth we call home
and to look toward setting a future instead to be destined to roam
Through the universe looking for another planet
Another lump of granite
Red Sky at Night or Red Sky in the morning
I think it instead for us to reach happiness – we must heed its warning.
Not following a prompt today. But needing to say something.
Waking up to another year
To hear of those that are not waking up
To those that have left in fear
In dread
In utter helplessness
For me to try and be happy
To carry on
To see the normal for my children
Them not knowing what could be
And me not wanting to expose them
I refuse to take things for granted
I refuse to bury my head in the sand
When I see the crumpled hand in dirt
I am enraged with those that have taken things for granted
And have buried their heads
We must open our eyes
We must learn and do
For the sake of another year
Another life
All our lives – we must.
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