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 used the Local Gems Poetry Press prompt.
Feeling uninspired
but I’ll never lose passion
tomorrow awaits.
Today I’ve opted to use the Local Gems Poetry Press prompt of writing about a time I did something against the norm.
It does no good
to dwell on how you hurt me.
But I suppose you’ll never know
how I spared you from an even greater pain.
Your best friend knew you did me wrong
when you cheated with… him.
Yet when she offered to hook me up
with any one of her friends for my leaving party…
I declined.
Unwilling and unable to hurt you in kind.
Courvoisier and peach Snapple
packed a lesser punch than losing you.
Emotional scars and stretch marks are ley lines
on the path back to self-love.
Today I’ve opted to use the Local Gems Poetry Press prompt.
I’m in somewhat of a fractured yet healing place right now. I’ve no idea where this journey is taking me. I just know I’ve become much more sensitive lately, and that I’m finding no humour in mockery, derision or malice. A knife edge between sanity and salvation.
For many years I’ve been guarded,
a mound around my heart
commemorating lost hope.
Yet as I work on showing kindness to myself,
this vault contains a trust
where I may also place the kindness of others.
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.
Today I opted to use both the official NaPoWriMo prompt and the Local Gems Poetry Press prompt so I’ve written a Shadorma about distraction.
Distracted…
possibilities
are jaunting.
Hours slip by
effortlessly as I’m left
enthused each moment.
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.
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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.
First off, let me apologise for not updating the website in awhile. I’ve been more active creatively in the past year than I probably have been in the entire last 5 years.
I’m involved in some incredible opportunities such as Fringe Factory Films, many things with Disabled Artists Networking Community, and the Beyond program with Graeæ theatre company and Bolton Octagon.
Uni is going well. I’ve decided to major in creative writing and philosophy.
I’ve also been doing standup comedy since deciding to get into it last year and while it was a bizarre first year to choose I’ve made some excellent friends, especially those at International House of Comedy.
But without further ado here’s some poetry!
NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 1.
Today I used both the Local Gems Poetry Press prompt (any poetic form – I chose Tanka) and official NaPoWriMo prompt (animation).
This one’s called Jerry Started It!
A feline cherub
babied, bullied, babied some…
forgotten mischief.
Hero or instigator?
Gaslit. Vermin charred whiskers.
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