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we converge like
the teals and turquoises
of the caribbean sea;
we rise and fall like
the tsunamis
inside me.
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the house plants. 08/26. S.R.
napowrimo day 26 using @mercuriian's prompts (x): a poem about a plant
transcript under the cut:-
The house plants
I collect them like seashells. A few of them are seeds hiding between the muddy soil which find a home in my nails when I bring them in. I hope to mould myself the way I did to the soil in the pots, some which escaped from a lover's quarrel thrown onto the streets. The leaves lie down on my porch like the ladies from a renaissance painting, their eyes on me and their right hands supporting their heads. I begin to mould myself like a plant. When I forget to water myself, my plants dry, I forget to tend to my roots and they wail. I am buried and I feel at home. Winds blow in and my frozen carcass is found at their feet. I bloom every year, as someone new over and over again. Burying is an eternal cycle. They thrive at the farthest corner of the house with a light in it. I think I'll give them enough love to make them survive.
— S.R.
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Various Thoughts
I ought to not be petty
As they drive down the road in that loud Chevy
Hearing screeching sounds and gasps now my heart is heavy
As I waited for my bus I ran into my high school buddy’s mom Betty
My soul is anchored in the Lord
Yet my thoughts seem to be continuously in a mixing bowl
Struggling to correct future plans that now seem cajoled
Sights set on higher standards now I’m on a…
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Gráinne Ellen
Her names originate
from myth and legend,
and she bears them
with a graceful nonchalance.
From the Celtic word for sun,
Gráinne, daughter of Cormac,
was promised to the hero
Fionn mac Cumhaill.
She could be a descendant
of Gráinne Ní Mháille,
landowner of Mayo
and Irish pirate queen.
It’s hard to pronounce,
even if you find it cool,
and it’s harder still when spelling,
it was easier to call…
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Happy Poetry Month! Napowrimo-Day 26
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Emily appreciates her employees
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NaPoWriMo 2023 - Day 26
I close my eyes
and remember the waiting,
the endless nights
that tugged at my soul.
I remember the wandering
the feeling of getting lost
the grieving that consumed my days.
Time is so mysterious
the way it makes pain
seem so much smaller in hindsight.
It’s hard to believe
all that I’ve survived
these past few years,
the ways I have shattered
and how I have put myself
back together again.
I open my eyes
and soak in the sunlight,
grateful for this opportunity
to rise.
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NaPoWriMo Day 26: Bee
Oh to be a bee
Buzzing happily
Fat and fluffy
(I’ve got that covered)
Getting shit done
Sweetness in every job
Nectar, pollen, honey
Head in the flowers
Resting in the sun
Flying in a physics-defying manner
Goddess-kept and loved
A busy, buzzy, bee
Harbinger of summer
I nod my head to thee.
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NaPoWriMo 2024 - The Collected Works
Here’s a link to each of the responses to NaPoWriMo 2024. I’m super excited I managed to respond to each of these (and stay on prompt). I think I’m going to organize them by day, rather than by title:
Day One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
At some point I think I might go through and do a top…
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NaPoWriMo (2024) Day 26: Tough talk
Prompt 26 asks us to introduce some alliteration, assonance and consonance to our poems so here I have a bare minimum. Enjoy.
Tough talk kid, you'll never get these years backThe ones you wasted back on bed crying, The trips that stood cancelled In favour of the painThat would have ridIf you did the deed, If you lived more alive than dead.Real reason of your little deaths Are because you ran Sat…
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NaPoWriMo - Day 26
The Wicked Witch
Take a deep breath. Its time to brace
For whatever storm cloud awaits
Behind your sickly smile
hiding venomous fangs
Today will you be kind and calm?
Or will pretence of importance
Win out again? Ready
For us to fall in line
Pretend we're your lambs to shepherd
For you, teamwork looks like orders
Given without a word
Expecting us to follow
Sacrifice peers for your ego
Minimise every molehill
And pretend they're not
Mountains forged from our flesh
You don't see how bright the sky is now
How much easier it is to breathe
No poison to choke on in the air
No more praying for the day you leave
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Limelighter
Do you dance anytime that they ask, is it that?
will you rise on command to amuse?
And only the laughter, only the eyes
seem to settle the restlessness in you
brief, fleeting, you exasperate newly
choreography you'll demean then deploy
Do I wait to be wound like a toy, is it that?
do I suspend until I get to put on?
And only the charm, only the wonder
seem to soften the disquietude in me
steady, lasting, I hold back, interlude
games I'll rebuff, then play to win
-
A. Wylde
April 27th, 2024
NaPoWriMo 26/30 (Day 25 Prompt)
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Baffling Haiku (Poem #26, NaPoWriMo 2024)
By Daniel Paiz
As these last few days of NaPoWriMo winds down, it’s another chance to ponder life and the world surrounding us. There are some fun and entertaining things happening, and there are some truly dreadful things happening. It’s understandable if one looks away from the bad due to how it seemingly overwhelms the good, day after day.
However, it is important to recognize that bad stuff…
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NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 26
Never a postmark • your words come to me again • unsullied
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Poetry Month Challenges Day 26: Value and Vanity
Poetry Month Challenges Day 26: Value and Vanity #poetry #photography #PAD #NaPoWriMo #AtoZChallenge
Value in Vanity by Maria L. Berg 2023
I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinions of himself than on the opinions of others.
Marcus Aurelius
Value & Vanity
I found the contradiction of value and vanity in the definition of vanity itself: excessive pride in one’s appearance, qualities, abilities,…
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Rust Belt Jessie’s NaPoWriMo 2023 Prompts: #26
mystery solved
In this poem, I want you to solve a mystery.
But not an important mystery, or even, necessarily, a real mystery. Nothing like you’d see on a True Crime show. I’m talking things like:
How come, on the first windy day in spring, there are globs of insulation floating all over town?
Why is the new children’s dentist’s office called ToothTown?
What are those sounds I hear coming from my neighbor’s house every night? (What’s he building in there?)
Think of a mystery you want to solve, then solve it in the poem.
(This exercise is from my ebook of NaPoWriMo prompts, which can be found here.)
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