Tag: napowrimo
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AprPAD Day 5.1 NaPoWriMo
The Brugge Fish Market The poor arrive from evening mass, fluid as water, they pour into the market. It’s late doors, after hours, orders of the church, but not ’til 8:00. After the best is gone, perfection is sold. Atlantic. Baltic. Whole and fillets. Fish gone soft and eyes gone milk as the chipped…
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AprPAD Day 5
Platform Number 4 Legs crossed like the number 4, he reads a book, sets a backpack at his feet. Eats rolled lettuces that drip red sauce. Home is wherever he removes his shoes. Intelligent eyes, and a face like old lava. There are some people you just beg to know. It’s National Poetry Writing…
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AprPAD Day 4.1 Pantoum
A Case for Cake (a Pantoum) It was a party, after all, a clown, raspberries and noise. I can still taste the cake. I can still see the red balloons. A clown, raspberries and noise, and we ate on pink paper plates. I can still see the red balloons. The clown had flipflop feet.…
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AprPAD Day 4
A Case for Spring (Villanelle) Has gone, be gone, I said, this weather’s all wrong. Winter’s too long, its wet months spread. Has gone. Be gone with a blackbird’s song. Unsung. Unsaid. This weather’s all wrong. The wind’s too strong for March has fled, has gone. Be gone Rain. Rain, all nightlong. Falling silk,…
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AprPAD Day 3.1
Periodic I’m reading the Periodic Tables. I learned all this useless stuff in school, but forgot it all. Anyway, it seems that I am a saline nothingness, a chip off the moon, a muddy spring day, I am mundane, maiming, an uneaten fruit, the sound of speech, a comforter, comforting, dusty, flaking, bone white…
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AprPAD Day 3
I. Lilies I stood tiptoed, looking down the throat of a white trumpet flower. It was open. Wide. As a hungry child, or a belligerent baby bird. Stamens bright as a sunset, deep as a vein. Lilies. Spilling white everywhere. All over Grandma’s coffin. Couldn’t stop looking at them, haunted by flowers. I was…
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Day 2.1 Visual Verse
Above All That I know a boy who’s magnetic. Steely. Has mettle. But he giggles at rocks. And stones. Sees the joke of them. In them. Laughs his head off when he holds one. Says you can suck water from a rock. From a stone, too. That made me laugh my head off. He says…
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Day 2 AprPAD
Above All That Bit by bit, I’ll do my bit, too, ‘cause I know a boy who’s magnetic. A mettle personality. But he won’t go out in the rain; says he’ll rust. He giggles at rocks, too. And stones. Sees the joke of them, the humour. Laughs his head off when he holds one. Says…
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Day 1.1 A Den Enn (Revised)
Introducing Misky’s new poem form called: “Den Enn”. Untitled It’s more than hunger, eating Nutella straight out of the jar. I hate getting caught out. It’s humiliating. Chocolate at the corners of my mouth. A red-arsed baboon sure wouldn’t care. Tomatoes cause riots, you know. They’re too easy to throw. It’s like that baboon I…
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Day 1 AprPAD
Against the Wall Quick smiles. Sweets. And treats. Like, I eat Nutella straight from the jar. Hate getting caught. It’s humiliating. Chocolate at corners of my mouth. A red-arsed baboon wouldn’t care though – they eat whatever whenever they want, and then they throw a riot of cabbages at the wall. Secret: AprPAD…
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