Today I’ve opted to use the Local Gems Poetry Press prompt to delicious results.
Ravioli Dolci,
facendo con amore.
Un piatto in piu’
al banchetto dei Sette Pesci.
La famiglia è l’ingrediente segreto
questo aggiunge aroma a un pasto natalizio.
Probabilmente sara’ molto piu’ figo
perché l’ho detto in italiano.
Today I’ve opted for the official NaPoWriMo prompt of using metonymy.
Is it a bee?
Is it tea?
Is it a bee eating its tea?
Is it Oasis?
Is it the rain?
Is it euphoria that glides ‘cross your brain?
Is it United?
Is it City?
Is it the pints, the cheers and the ditties?
Is it your hopes?
Is it your dreams?
Is it a place that’s more than it seems.
From Peterloo to the splitting the atom…
it’s Manchester, and it’s fuckin’ smashing!
Today I’ve opted to use the official prompt of writing about the moon.
Drink in the moon
with a big gulp-sip.
Drink in the moon
till you hear that smooth blue click.
Drink in the moon,
don’t you be a fool.
Drink in the moon,
you know it looks so cool.
He loved his friend but hated himself,
fields of gold become pyrite in stealth.
Tell me how’d you become such a fool,
hurtling at hurdles
and drunk at the school.
Faced with mendacity
he resigned himself to chastity
in light of fiery feline ferocity.
Drink in the moon
with a big gulp-sip.
Drink in the moon
till you hear that smooth blue click.
Drink in the moon,
don’t you be a fool.
Drink in the moon,
you know it looks so cool.
She’s always had the biggest heart.
Starts her days as wilful as dawn
and her light shines just as brightly.
Caring isn’t just her vocation,
it’s her state of being.
Every day her thoughts of others
radiate in her every action.
Mother, wife, grandma.
With the quiet strength of Atlas
and a kindness that blooms like May.
If she’s taught me anything
it’s that goodness isn’t just a
Catholic replacement for swearing
but a choice in how you live your life.
Today I’ve opted to use the official NaPoWriMo prompt of writing a poem about the meaning of my name.
Babe named Gift from God
in Swahili by his dad
from Tanzania.
Today I opted to use the Local Gems Poetry Press prompt of a two line poem. I recently pondered on the little I knew about my biological mum in the short time I knew her before her passing.
You liked Culture Club, made magnificent scrambled eggs,
tried to save her, and lived for the love of your family.
Honestly I really wasn’t feeling today’s official prompt. Luckily Local Gems Poetry Press had me covered.
Cornered in a park.
Ash ran back/called the siren.
Sis to the rescue.
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