Month: Apr 2021
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Day 14 NaPoWriMo 2021
NaPoWriMo Day 14: Explore the meaning of your first or last name. The This and That of Brændeholm There’s this bit, and then there’sthat bit. It’s a two-bit kind of aname that is old Norse, the first halfbusy, going about burning downthe place, the place being an islet,which is an eyot, yes eyot, or an…
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dVerse Animals
To Love a Rabbit Rabbit, my Rabbit,we each are one.You and I from thatfirst time drawn. You needed an expanse of sea.I needed to see the moon, but we’re surrounded byourselves, and invisibleto time. We need noin-between. No dance. We eat strawberries on drawing paper.We grow flowers for their scent. Your footsteps are pressedin a…
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Day 13 NaPoWriMo 2021
Napowrimo Write tomorrow’s news. (Found Poetry sourced from today’s UK Met Office report) I.Tomorrow’s Weather Report When it’s nearly today,light might dry clear.Brightness will level, andwinds will shine sheer,and bit by bit odd nightswe’ll hear – spells, a few,and idle words like rain.Mist might probably formon the plains of Dartmoor. Poetic Asides: Lucky or Unlucky…
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Day 12 NaPoWriMo 2021
A Haibun: The Virus It was a cold-sleep year. I called them the vinegar and water days. That’s how they tasted. Our tufted hair left uncut, unkempt, and not a sound filled our ears. No cars, no planes, no trains, no siren calls. And there were days, summer mostly, of flowery flattery and reflection, and…
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Day 11 NaPoWriMo 2021
NaPoWriMo: Day 11 – 2 poems: A letter written to a person, and their reply My dearest heroic Mark Antony, I remember the sun so bright that it bleached the days colourless, the ground was wounded, naked and unbending, and it raged at us. We were the ruins of yesterday’s moon. Under what shifting sands…
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Day 10 NaPoWriMo 2021
PA AprPAD “Get “___”, and Napowrimo Day 10: Junk Drawer Poem. Mix a favourite song with the contents of your junk drawer I Got Dragged Away With those wild horses in me,didn’t know they’d drag me away. made a quiet exit with a sleight of hand. one day they’ll pull me back, you said,like a snapped rubber band.…
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Day 9: NaPoWriMo 2021
for I.) dVerse Body and Poetry. My “degradation” is single eye AMD, I. A Slow Degradation It’s hanging silentthat moon.It keeps ignoring you, in the forest,on a hill,shrouded in clouds. I’m blinded by sight. Sightless, butthe truth I…
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Day 8 NaPoWriMo 2021
NaPoWriMo Day 8(written in the style of Spoon River Anthology, E.L. Masters) Misky B. I was born in a clean, bleach-scented hospital after my mother ate a bowl of chilli con carne, and then took a long walk on the sand dunes. I was left in the hospital for a few weeks so my mother…
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Day 7: Useless Sheep (Rewrite)
I.NaPoWriMo: A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT In herself, a slow dying light. …
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Day 7 NaPoWriMo 2021
I.For dVerse Poets: The Insomniac This girl wants a slow dying light,a shallow moment within herself.She extinguishes brightness, a joyous dark rise from the scentof deep sleep. A fall into slowness. To wake from dreams is to be reborn.Candles snuff out their light tothe high rising morning sun, andyou’ll hear her cry of defeat as shewishes…
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