NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Thirty (plus epilogue)

(I end this challenge late but on what I feel is a playful high. Events and challenges welcome us to step out of comfort zones and to have fun our precious words. Safe and samey? Oh no! 

To those to have read my 2017 contribution to April Poetry Challenge Month: thank you! x)

 

Effort

do you
do you do you do
you
try as hard as you
can
try try try as much much
as you you you
do you
try
hard as nails
sharp hard
can you
do
hard hard hard
try try
much

will you lo    o     sen up
l   e    t        go
go    go g   o g     o
re al        f    a    r
a    w    a    y
far away
far so far so hard
you tr
ied
bre ath ing in and o    u
t
in      and      ou    t
and o ut

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty-Nine

Invisible

Not a cell, not a cage:
still a jail.
No bars nor fences:
consistent and confident obstacle.
What’s more vital, imagination or will?
Strength and power from pith into pieces.
You are what you eat, forced to absorb
miracle decoctions drop by drop.
Whether strong current or stream,
small catch in a big box, bait and net.
#poem #poetry #napowrimo2017 #glopowrimo2017
#challenge #experimental

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty-Five (and a Tiny Note)

(a rare rhyming event, however, if this is a challenge, I must step out of my free verse comfort zone)

 

Fiction

I don’t ask why anymore
I don’t believe whispered lore

I trust my gut instead of head-lines
watch the ground, avoid sour mines

I see the puppeteer and the wires
if only there was money in cease-fires

The make belief has taken over
I don’t want to watch over my shoulder

Truth and lies mixed in together
stiff as a board, light as a feather

 
#poem #poetry #napowrimo2017 #glopowrimo2017 #rhyme

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NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty-Four

Law of Conservation

at one point our truths were different
but our paths were the same
each chose different subjects
to broil in our minds
until their insides
popped out gruesomely
until mistrust grew hastily
until two precipitates formed
contempt choking me
guilt asphyxiating you

 
#poem #poetry #napowrimo2017 #glopowrimo2017
#chemistry #precipitate #product #conservation #contempt

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty-Three

Incidental 

I don’t think you know the definition of incidental,
not in the way you use it.
It would be so cheap to just quote a meaning
but I might be able to explain in a way you understand.

Incidental is minor,
incidental isn’t the star of the show,
incidental is the gold you find when
discovering the money-making crops.

In this case I had no blueprints
but outlined where the fault reverberates.
The one before you may have not been familiar
with the difference between left and right
or is a time wasting saboteur.

I know where I pointed at.
I know where they looked.
I know what they found.
I know because my question was answered
in situ, post exploration, probe in hand.
The mare spoke clearly and took no bribes.

Please, in order to not  insult me further,
do not insist that these findings are
what you flippantly say they are.
#poem #poetry #napowrimo2017 #glopowrimo2017 #flippancy

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty-Two

Meeting Mary

I don’t know what I’d do if Mary went away.

We didn’t start off as friends:
just a nod at one of her many personas.
The Offspring on the cassette player;
the Gatekeeper drove the car whilst
he held your hand. You held everyone’s hand.
That night mine weren’t shaking (nor sweaty).

I met you again behind the Sunshine Bus,
under perennial protection,
far too close to the front door.
We didn’t notice or didn’t care and let ourselves
be engulfed by sporadic salvation.

You came along when I stayed overnight
in the house on the shady side of the river bank.
Relegated to the dank patio I realised
that our host disliked what others would think
about knowing you, without dialogue.
He found you attractive but avoiding
a choir of gossip
must have been prime motivator to be mean.
I called a taxi. I never went back.

We picked up again years later
when you showed up in a pub
with an opportunist trying to be discreet.
Social butterfly you must be; not just a temptress.
The man and I agreed that you could be
a good listener. The man was a little clueless,
but he knew enough.
He chose salt and vinegar,
gave me the bag as a gift.
Not accepting presents from strangers,
I made my excuses and paid for the crisps.

We had not fully bonded yet,
whereas now, we are almost one.
As stories go, this is where the one about
meeting Mary ends and loving her begins.

 
#poem #poetry #napowrimo2017 #glopowrimo2017
#story #mary #tale #beginning #friendship

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NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty-One

One Bite
I’ve a prize ready for the person who dares to look past the surface.

The winner will be the one to identify me as a layered trifle.

#poem #poetry #napowrimo2017 #glopowrimo2017
#complicated #complications #assumptions

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