NaPoWriMo Day 27 – Agnosthesia

Today I’ve embraced the official prompt of using an entry from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.

For three fortnights I’ve pondered

as the diorama spun-

splintering inside my fractured mind.

“I’m aware it’s a game,”

“I’m aware that it’s a no.”

I’m aware I was tripping balls

but it’s an opportunity to grow.

In that realm context brought pain,

sautéed synapses soaked in regret.

Why does everything have to relate to everything

when you’re finding it hard to relate to anything?

Yet I stood tall, I owned the wrong I did to others.

I refused to partake in cruelty even in a realm defined by it.

But now, I must right the wrongs in how I’ve treated myself.

NaPoWriMo Day 25 – Making an Elite Impact

Today’s official NaPoWriMo prompt of creating a poem for an occasion that doesn’t usually herald a poem was an odd one in that one can write a poem about anything. Nonetheless I went with previewing tonight’s Impact Rebellion main event of Rich Swann vs Kenny Omega in a title vs title match where the winner will hold both the All Elite Wrestling and Impact Wrestling world championships.

Three belts.
Two titles.
One main event.

Both travelled to Japan.
Honing their craft
in the Asian independents.

“We’ll face each other one day”.
They could never imagine
it being like this.

The forbidden door swung open
pushed forth by the force of an Invisible Hand.

Two champions walked through.
But when the squared circle becomes a shapeless memory…
… only one will remain.

NaPoWriMo Day 5 – Maybe

Today I went with the Local Gems Poetry Press prompt of beginning each line with the same word.

Maybe I haven’t achieved all I wanted.

Maybe roadblocks were mountains as I were pedestrian.

Maybe perseverance is the lesson.

Maybe everything really is random.

Maybe serendipity is broken clocks ceasing in unison.

Maybe trying to understand is another game we play.

Maybe I’m afraid of maybes.

Maybe the guttural chords of regret are echoes.

Maybe echoes are a blessing for those who can hear.

Maybe rumination is a sign that you’ve lived.

Maybe allow yourself to live once more.

Maybe greatness is your heart’s gilded armour.

Maybe splinters see themselves as grand oaks.

Maybe is the space between ideas and experiences.

Photo credit: Edited version of an original image by Woohyuck Jang operating under a royalty free licence.

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 2 – By Design

Today I’ve opted to use the official NaPoWriMo prompt of The Road Not Taken. When I was 19 I had a graphic design internship with the Lesbian and Gay Foundation but I found myself pulled more into the performing arts opportunities that Contact provided as part of Contact Young Actors Company. I recently pondered what would have happened if I’d continued down the graphics and web design path rather than my love of the stage after booting up Photoshop and seeing so much has changed in the last decade.

Here is today’s effort By Design:

It’s easy to ponder the road not taken.

Scuppering speed-bumps,

Calamitous collisions,

Punishing potholes…

… All littered the life I’ve lived.

Yet I’ve found friendship,

and embraced opportunities.

Song, script and stage

made man into mage.

Weaving fantasy and reality

Into an arcane tapestry.

Though I replaced

brushstrokes with keystrokes.

I did so by design.