The thaw that froze
tempered one’s rise like half-evaporated droplets.
When cold winds return
and Spring turns false,
remember the truth that lies within.
NaPoWriMo Day 3 – The Thaw That Froze
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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.
NaPoWriMoDay 24 – Whoever said blue is the colour of sadness?
Today I’ve gone with the official NaPoWriMo prompt, and figured I’d make a link between the blue associated with sadness and the blue of the blue/little/fairy penguins.
Whoever said blue is the colour of sadness
never knew Eudyptula minor.
A little penguin with a huge heart,
it’s blue hues as deep as the smiles they elicit.
From mainland Australia
to Tasmania
they create life
2 by 2.
So too on Philip Island
where the sublime innate magic
of the fairy penguins
is on full display.
Like Piplup but real,
We gotta save em all!
NaPoWriMo Day 22 – What is Manchester?
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!
NaPoWriMo Day 15 – What Goodness means to me
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.
NaPoWriMo Day 10 – Trust
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.
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.
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NaPoWriMo Day 2 – The Balance of Eternity
For day 2 I’ve attempted both the Local Gems and the official prompt simultaneously with a Petrarchan Sonnet relating to the question of how to find meaning and ancient knowledge in a world that has forgotten itself and it’s truths.
Souls burst from darkness in neon cascades
but are we rodents in a cosmic trap?
Third eye blind, Gaia wept like weirwood sap.
False realities rise while truth’s star fades.
Meaning was lost in exploitative trades.
Auras applaud – and begin with one clap
is rebirth’s renown a most lucid nap?
The universe, … a dream that never wades.
Love – the compass of celestial travel.
Mouths hushed silent, emboldened hearts agape.
Enlightenment upon firefly flutters.
Judgement is a Promethean gavel…
grant critics nor doubt Mjölnir, be happy.
For life … is a sentence … blessed … with … stutters…
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