Final day of NaPoWriMo! Today’s prompt was to write a poem of farewell.
You wave from a distance
Always these are said to be good,
But must they be?
Consider regretful sigh instead
Rather than your cheery idiom.
Or maybe a determined stare,
From one who won’t return?
Or the harsh tongue biting
From a once scorned lover.
Maybe some departures are bleak,
But this won’t break the norm.
All that is left to say
With an unforced grin is
Goodbye, for now, and good luck.
So that’s number thirty finished! I will return to my normal posts soon and I aim to post once or twice a week (though it’s exam season so this might not happen). Hope you enjoyed the poetry this month and goodbye until my next post!
Today’s prompt is the ‘Twenty Little Poetry Projects’. I think I covered all twenty here, but I’m not sure it makes much sense.
Knives strike at my ears
Heads will explode at three o’clock
The taste of the air is heavy.
As Descartes said in Stockholm,
Cognito ergo sum.
Thinking is the past time of fools
For brief moments lost to thought,
Will be bitter comfort at the end.
The hysterical laughter of failure
Is rather more historical than that.
For exam papers cause sun burn
And flutegirl flies away.
And in flying failure leaves
And the wind will whisper.
But the knives fall through the sky.
Today’s prompt was to compose a poem made from the words in a news article.
Military officials seized amid continuing action
Self-Proclaimed insignias control town and city
US aimed sanctions, uncertain of power
Fate of Ukraine encompassed EU members
Stepping up to failure
Twisted beings clawing the wood at your door
Begging for a reception as foul as it may be.
You sit stock still, glassy eyed and sheet white
Whilst your sleep is disturbed by demons.
The reflection taunts you with fidelity
You turn to find your window has gone.
Now this is all you have.
Just five more minutes
Brain whirring, eyes dilated
Starving for information
Feeding the flame
Just ten more minutes
Heart thumping, hands steady
Seeking the Holy Grail
But pleased with the search
Just until dawn breaks
Making leaps of knowledge
Serving the obsession
Today’s prompt was to write an anaphoric poem.
Once I saw a little tabby
That weaved amongst the shrubs
That leaped in to nothingness
That tamed that unforgiving earth
Once I saw a larger tabby
That strutted with his battle scars
That feared no one and was feared
That stood proud a top the fence
Once I saw a frail tabby
That drooped its whiskers in the wind
That walked with arthritic pace
That hid forever in the shrubs
Today’s prompt was to write a poem about masonry.
The old castle walls
Centuries have seen you by
Civil wars weathered as a sunny day
Lead battered stone up the road
Steady and fast fronting pastures
Happy in the dark days
Washed rock, growing trees
Hugging the bailey
Waiting for the next
Today’s prompt was to find a poem in a foreign language and rewrite it in English. For those who don’t understand my botched explanation here’s a more coherent one http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-23-2, I don’t know if it’s cheating or not but I used an Old English poem as it is about as comprehensible as a foreign language by this point. The Poem that I used is Cædmon’s Hymn
Nu sculon herian heofonrices Weard,
Metodes mihte and his modgeþanc,
weorc Wuldorfæder, swa he wundra
ece Dryhten, or onstealde.
He ærest scop eorþan bearnum
heofon to hrofe halig Scieppend.
þa middangeard mancynnes Weard
ece Dryhten, æfter teode
firum foldan Frea ælmihtig.
No skull here on here for Rick’s word,
Met odds might and his much thank,
Work wonder feeder, swat he wondered guess
Echo dried, or in stealth
He arrest shop other than bears none
Heaven to her roof hauling skip end
The middle guard mankind’s word
Echo dried, after tide
Firm folding, free almighty.
Today’s prompt was to write a poem for children.
There once was a boy named Jason
When asked about fears said he had none
One day up a tree
He fell onto his knee
And that’s how his height fear had begun
I’m not feeling great so I’m not sure if this will be any good.
It’s too late
I’m past returning
Now there’s falling
Falling and Falling.
Should I stop?
I can’t stop.
Worlds blur together
I am lost
The animal awakens
Hackles fly up
Growling, spitting, transforming
Reptilian needs surface.
I am powerless.
An observer to my fate.