Category: 30PAD
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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 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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Choice Is A Messenger
Choice is a Messenger Some mornings you wake a changed person. Might be a flash of morning light, a mild morning in January, green shoots in a flowerpot, and you think, Aren’t you the lucky one as if life is a lucky draw plucked out instead of snatched. This is a trial on the Verse…
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Day 6 NaPoWriMo 2021
Quadrille IIa.It’s Just a Matter of Taste Wine, its taste is notparticularly kind.Its nose I cannot fathom.Why someone wouldwish to sipa liquid that tastesof pennies orshades of chamois clothor remind one’s noseof a well-worn saddle.Well, wine, it’s just not for me. Twiglet 221 IIb. It’s Not You So toast me, Roast me with your wine.…
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Day 5 NaPoWriMo 2021
I.The First Morning After That first flight of stairstrod on by 500 years of footfall,stones worn, and sunken likesaddles, shaped to cradle each foot. Her old house holds old memories. She makes her way down the stairs,care always, unsure of the uneven risers, and reaches the hallway wherehis hat and coat always hung, and then she…
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Day 4: NaPoWriMo 2021
The Local Shop The wife of the local newsagentkeeps her white hair under a scarf.She’s always in the background,in an office with dark stained air, sitting at a desk, calculator at hand,holding a ledger in her left hand.Her words run along her husband’sspine. On a straight and narrow line. He says he runs the shop,…
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