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Nothing else

NaPoWriMo day 30 -the last day

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This is what it feels like

This is not having a map

This is the way, the light and words

Stand somewhere anywhere

Sit anywhere somewhere

Start somewhere everywhere

Little and often from the lightest bottom of your heart or your sock drawer or your back door

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This is what it feels like

Absurd?

Stand silent or with a slight whistle or hum

Stand somewhere anywhere

Bend over hover part the clover

Pluck a dandelion and blow the puff

Into the wind and watch all the little

Seeds and your breath float up and off

And away

Follow one or them all

Impossible to fail

Just play

Watch what happens next

Be what happens next

As the path opens up for your feet

And the wind adds its gifts to your breath. And you’re sailing. And you’re dancing. And you’re swirling. And you’re on.

And you are off!

A kiss for good luck!

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Feel free

At any moment

Go for it

Repeat

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Pluck a dandelion and blow the puff

Into the wind and watch all the little

Seeds and your breath float up and off

And away

Follow one or them all

Impossible to fail

Just play.

Watch what happens next

As the path opens up for your feet

And the wind adds it’s gift to your breath. And you’re sailing. And you’re dancing. And you’re swirling. And you’re on.

And you are off!

A kiss for good luck!

And don’t forget to take

A nap

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Btw April 30 2021

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Napo day 30 prompt

Write a poem giving direction to somewhere: a place, your local park, a country, the bottom of your sock drawer…. anywhere.

my face in the window

NaPoWriMo day 29

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keep walking past

the open windows

said someone sad in a movie once

( or was it a book I read once )

once upon a time

I didn’t quite know what this meant

now I do

now I try

not to look down as well

not to walk straight out

not to pause for that thought

not to gaze for that face

just keep moving past

til my feet find the ground

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not a haiku

btw april 29 2021.

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And now, for our prompt (optional, as always). This one is called “in the window.” Imagine a window looking into a place or onto a particular scene. It could be your childhood neighbor’s workshop, or a window looking into an alien spaceship. Maybe a window looking into a witch’s gingerbread cottage, or Lord Nelson’s cabin aboard the H.M.S. Victory. What do you see? What’s going on?

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Swear to god, it’s good

napowrimo day 28

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What is the point of this pointy strifey life, eh?

What if is isn’t, eh?

Isn’t what?

Pointy or pointless?

I’m lost, hen!

What if is ain’t pointy, anointy, but swervy and curvy, chick?

Would you think that is cute, brutus?

What is cute, anyway?

Wait! What do you want?

Can we be just us? Be ourselves and yell when we want? Or must we be most oft quiet?

Should I wait?

Will there be some semblance of answer?

How does one stop the dribblesome questions?

How many stops are enough before stop stops up, luv?

How many spots before spots become just one long spot?

Who are you, ducky? Have a thinky. Or not…..

Are you one or two? Or more? Are you polka-dotted or cockily confident?

Can you hear me from up there on your cloud? Should we speak louder?

Wait! Don’t

answer………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

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btw april 28 2021

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no way this is haiku!

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NaPoWriMo

Our prompt today (optional, as always), is to write a poem that poses a series of questions. The questions could be a mix of the serious (“What is the meaning of life?”) and humorous (“What’s the deal with cats knocking things off tables?”), the interruptive (“Could you repeat that?”) and the conversational (“Are those peanuts? Can I have some?”). You can choose to answer them – or just let the questions keep building up, creating a poem that asks the reader to come up with their own answer(s).

blown away

Napowrimo day 27

haunted

minutes flipped

slipped through bones and flesh

of dictionary of sorrows ( paper cuts )

( mutts follow ) mud wallow in words for the

wordless sadnesses and mess welling unwellnesses in

pits of my soul – hold tight, squeeze tight, tourniquet

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switch flipped

obligatory

purgatory denied

through to tomorrows

blessèd undaunted

let go

let go

go

go

sorrow

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not a haiku

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btw april 27 2021

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NaPoWriMo

In today’s (optional) prompt, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem inspired by an entry from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. The entries are very vivid – maybe too vivid! But perhaps one of the sorrows will strike a chord with you, or even get you thinking about defining an in-between, minor, haunting feeling that you have, and that does not yet have a name.

The Fowl and the Bully-rat

NaPoWriMo day 26

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The Foul and the Bully-rat were put out to sea

On a manky-scant wee boat

They were thrown some spitballs, catcalls tar and feathers for good measure

Wrapped up in a cautionary note

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The Fowl growled up to the stars above

With a sound like a small chainsaw

You, Bully-rat, you fat hunk of shite

Gimme room in this boat, oar,

I swear

I swear

I’ll haul your arse out!

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Said Bully to Fowl, you evil great bleep

How charmingly sweet you bleat!

We’re in this together, you’d better not blether

Oar, I’ll cut your throat while you sleep!

III

They floated this way for a year and a day

To the land where the spliff trees grew

And there in the woods, a beautiful woman stood

They puffed up their chests and and jousted their jests

All to impress their importance upon an isolated female

Soon to be in their thrall. What a boon!

But she saw straight away they were

Up to no good

Up to no good

Though they begged so sweetly for fun and for food.

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They warbled, aw, darlin’ It’s probably you’re also hungry for a fine feast of a man , we’re a bit wobbly but

honey girl, would you give us a whirl as a nibble

Supply us some vitals and a sniff of your spliffs, we’ll all bob along well, we can tell

But the woman was wise to all of their lies

She’s smelt them coming for miles and miles

So, she called on the conch to the other girls of her tribe, and they had them split-toasted in a flash, for their ladies lunch.

And hand in hand they danced

By the light of the moon

But the light of the moon

Full-bellied and stoned, they pranced

They licked the fat from their fingers and runcible spoons be damned!

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btw April 26, 2021

parody picked from the teeth of the Owl and The Pussy-cat, loosely and unabashed.

https://www.napowrimo.net/

And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a parody. Besides being fun, writing parodies can be a great way to hone your poetic skills – particularly your sense of rhyme and sound, as you try to mimic the form of an existing poem while changing the content. Just find a poem – or a song – that has always annoyed you, and write an altered, silly version of it. Or, alternatively, find a poem with a very particular rhyme scheme or form, and use that scheme/form as the basis for a poem that mocks something else.

If you’d like to get some inspiration, you might consider some of the poems that Lewis Carroll included in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, which parody the moralistic verse of Isaac Watts. For example, “The Crocodile” is a send-up of Watts’ “How Doth the Little Busy Bee,” while “Tis the Voice of the Lobster” is a parody of Watts’ poem “The Sluggard.” Or, for a briefer and more whimsical poem, consider “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Bat,” which is a parody of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.”


The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea 
   In a beautiful pea-green boat, 
They took some honey, and plenty of money, 
   Wrapped up in a five-pound note. 
The Owl looked up to the stars above, 
   And sang to a small guitar, 
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love, 
    What a beautiful Pussy you are, 
         You are, 
         You are! 
What a beautiful Pussy you are!” 

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Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl! 
   How charmingly sweet you sing! 
O let us be married! too long we have tarried: 
   But what shall we do for a ring?” 
They sailed away, for a year and a day, 
   To the land where the Bong-Tree grows 
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood 
   With a ring at the end of his nose, 
             His nose, 
             His nose, 
   With a ring at the end of his nose. 

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“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.