#napowrimo day 15

[azure-scribbler]

Day 15

We’ll do it all

Even Especially if it’s impossible

Be headstrong and kind,

take a stand and be accommodating,

Content and ambitious,

Outwork everyone and take enough breaks.

Have the best relationships, and not be overly attached,

Be disciplined and flexible.

Would you lie with me, and just forget the world?

(guess the song this poem starts and ends with)

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[amalgamationink]

aphrodite was born from the seafoam, rising from the ocean, shaking loose droplets of afterbirth and brine.

on a misting april mid-afternoon, somewhere between fog and rain, the world was made anew.

when i look back, my eyes paint it brighter: a burst of light, the big bang's modern greyscale renovation.

i left my skin behind inside a beige little clinic and emerged into the gloom a different breed of creature.

from the days of one-page-at-a-time, my biography bloomed to hold a future, new days sprouting from my fingers.

in gd's image, i was born in the mist that day: damp and delighted, the prescription clutched tight in my raw, bright hand.

#this is kind of the OPPOSITE of today's prompt lol. they said write a poem about a person u were told to be like but had doubts about. #instead i wrote a poem abt the day i got my prescription for HRT and how i feel like i became the person i was always meant to be. oops! #napowrimo #napowrimo 2023 #poetry #poem #poetry on tumblr #trans poetry #trans poem #trans poets on tumblr #transgender poetry #spilled ink #spilled poetry #writeblr #napowrimo day 15 #damien.txt

[torrentialmonsoon]

oh to take a trip down to your dreams where clouds are rooted beneath your feet and flowers dance with the wind above. where we walk through ocean waves, hand in hand; where we pick stars from the gardens of cosmic galaxies. oh to take a trip down to your dreams - it's all i daydream.

#poetry #napowrimo2023 #napowrimo #catching up #day 15

[bonnie-bonnie]

Day 15 prompt: something very gentle

https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc6IoT8LCQn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[beautifleye]

Postage

The thoughts that cross my mind as I notice the stamp How long did this organization fight to get this picture placed When they accomplished this goal Could this have been what they were striving for Face forever remains active Upon the right corner of national campaigns Smudged from the many hands of processing Misshapen to due unforeseen circumstances Who thought of the concept of a…

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[writinginnorthnorfolk]

Just Like Her

I was five and struggled to understand the relationship; she was cousin to my mother but only a year older than me. Why couldn’t I stay tidy, just like her? Why couldn’t I keep clean, just like her? She had hair ribbons, shiny shoes and a music box with a little ballerina. I wanted one of those, just like her. So, when she gave me a blue- flowered plastic bracelet and whispered, ‘It’s our…

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[pattytacuri]

Happy Poetry Month! Napowrimo-Day 15

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[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow

yesterday

—Tell me why we do this.

Why we’re here.

Why are my hands

stained

with the blood of boys?

Please, Beej.

Tell me.

—I don’t know, Hawk.

Frank could spout nonsense.

Margaret could point at the flag.

Me…

I just hold on to the good,

the beautiful,

to remind me there’s more

than this.

If I don’t

I’ll go mad.

—But

there’s nothing

good

here.

Nothing pure.

Nothing

beautiful.

—There’s you,

you gorgeous lunatic.

There’s us.

—Kiss me when you say that.

Please?

—Alright.

today

BJ and Peg

exchange a look.

Hawkeye looks so

lost.

Worried.

For the briefest moment

they think he’s going to bolt,

but BJ’s fingertips

brushing the back of his hand

ground him.

Muscles relax—

only the slightest bit

but it’s enough

to reassure.

Peg makes dinner.

BJ sets the table,

uncorks a bottle of wine.

Hawkeye plays with Erin.

And later,

after they tuck

Erin into bed,

the Hunnicutts

show Hawkeye

he is

loved.

tomorrow

Hawkeye can see it all…

Waking up on Sunday mornings,

tangled up in blankets

and pillows

and arms

and legs.

Coffee in the kitchen,

Peg’s laugh,

BJ’s smile.

Little Erin running though

on her unsteady legs,

shrieking with laughter.

Driving to work with BJ,

the kind of doctoring

he longs for,

where instruments are sterile

and no one runs out of sutures…

and the patients

aren’t all boys

who don’t belong in a war.

Fires on the beach,

a sky full of stars,

the clean smell of salt.

Laughing, splashing children.

(more than just Erin?)

Yes, to all of it.

California, here I come.

NaPoWriMo day 15 - hawkeye/bj/peg - showing hawkeye he can be loved/making him feel like he belongs somewhere for @pherryt

#lirael writes #napowrimo 2024 #MASH #hawkeye x bj #hawkeye x bj x peg #fandom poetry

[awyldepoetry]

Letter to a Lover

Tongue still tasting tartly of the postage stamp, the tiny envelope now sealed, smeared, partly damp west coast rainy season wrapping us in petrichor, earthy the soft bubble of the kettle promising warmth, mercy a hope the size of a pebble in my throat, notes to savor it's the unruly notion, the untamed hope, forbidden flavors if truly my intentions were laid bare, I'd be already offshore I'm the playwright at the gunfight, no knife, I came to explore sneaking out to the mailbox, lest I lose my own right to choose small stones underfoot, she'll smell the rain on me, confused could I return to the corporate, the stale, the empty? could I unpaint my self-portrait, regress, rescind? I watch her, spoon in the mixture, stirring the batter the post man stops by, and she knows somehow I watch her body with the knowledge watch her, shatter

-

A. Wylde

April 14th, 2024 NaPoWriMo 15/30 (Day Thirteen Prompt)

#poem #poetry #napowrimo #napowrimo24 #national poetry writing month

[mbfrezon]

https://quiltr.com/?p=24492

NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 15

three yellow paints • gradually become a • page of daffodils

#daffodils #dothework #garden #haiku #NaPoWriMo #painting #poem #poetry #process #watercolor

[astoryscribbler]

NaPoWriMo - Day 15

(And with this I'm caught up on posting for my blogs. Also I'm running out of ideas so this one started from a meta place)

Halfway there

The midpoint is the hardest part

Worn down by the gruelling grind

That finish line too far away

To give its spark of motivation.

Here it’s only dark and dirt and sweat

Digging through mud for a nugget of gold

To treat and weave between calloused hands

Into something beautiful.

Limbs shiver from the cold

Brain fogged with fatigue

It would be so easy to stop.

But that’s happened before.

And you regret it every time.

Regret the treasures you planned but never built

The time you spend digging with no spoils

The dreams you cast out only to starve.

It’s the midpoint.

There’s no sign of the finish line.

But you dig down deep into the earth

Down to your shoulder, feeling blind

For that next little nugget of gold. 

And this time. You will find it.

#napowrimo #poetry #poets on tumblr #new poem #poem #poetry month #free verse

[guns-wanderingsoul]

Source: Found Poetry from Page 15 of The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson.

#thepoeming#shirleyjackson#hauntingofhillhousepoems#found poetry#30 poems in 30 days#napowrimo

Source: Found Poetry from Page 15 of The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson.

#thepoeming#shirleyjackson#hauntingofhillhousepoems#found poetry#30 poems in 30 days#napowrimo

[nateglogan]

NaPoWriMo #15: Rips Off Earlier Film

What makes you delightful is how you greet all my friends by putting them in headlocks.

Literally, back when that meant something.

My personal goal is to visit every presidential museum in Ohio.

We can make a day of it.

I can take vacation time.

There are many rainy days and things to save and some day to spend them.

#NaPoWriMo '24 #poetry

[secretsinthedarkthepodcast]

NaPoWriMo (2024) Day 20: Historic times

Today’s prompt wants us to recount something historical. I liked going back in time and reading up on the Cuban Missile Crisis on Day 15. So today I leave the research to my dissertation writing (It’s not going well) and I do the walking back in memory when we lived in historic times. Historic timesA play shut down, in the practice session of whichI remember we fought for a shutdownAnd it was…

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[coloradomcpoeticslave]

Sky or Robin? (Poem #15, NaPoWriMo 2024)

By Daniel Paiz Halfway through the month and somehow it feels right and wrong. That is to say, some days drag along while others fly by. Sometimes the most important thing to do is sit in a moment and observe your surroundings. Such as which shade of blue might be the color one observes most on a clear day. Often, we catch ourselves trapped in our minds in regard to the future or the past.…

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#30 days #30 poems #hues #NaPoWriMo #Poetry #robin #sky #writing

[mermaidspen]

{Day 15/NaPoWriMo '24}

Everything, even injustice, becomes normal with time.