#napowrimo day 16

[azure-scribbler]

Day 16

A rite of passage, so here it goes,

Not as used to poetry,

But I love you, so

She calls herself a weirdo, and rightly so. But weirdos are often the greatest kind of people. A little unsure of herself, sometimes too sure, she lives in contradictions often, and gets confused by her own beauty. Little proud of her wins, and hugely annoyed of her losses, she sees life in black and white, and is often stuck in grey. Fitting, because she is grey, not black nor white. Unafraid to ask for love, but not to sound needy or overbearing. Stories keep changing as she evolves, figuring herself out; knows she is a work in progress, eager to become a masterpiece, her own magnum opus.

So here goes something,

an attempt to elicit emotion,

through emotion.

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[amalgamationink]

(it is not the end. it just feels that way.)

#prompt: write a poem that involves describing something in terms of what it is not (or is not like). #I used a random noun generator for this one and I got depression lmfao. so here's depression without using the word ig. #napowrimo #napowrimo 2023 #spilled ink #spilled poetry #poem #poetry #writeblr #depression poetry #depression poems #actuallymentallyill #mental health poetry #mental illness poem #poetry on tumblr #poets on tumblr #napowrimo day 16 #damien.txt #image description in alt

[pattricias]

look in my eyes when you say you love me

cold soup, cold tea, somewhere in this room is the silence– hiding in the walls, the rafters, the gaps between the tiles, the wood paneling you insisted on, and the persian rug bought at half-price because it was cursed as the seller said, vague spells and incantations inscribed in the fibers washed haphazardly with holy water; a piece of history much like this thing between you and me now gone,…

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[theglycoprotein]

Hypnos and Morpheus Have Lost My Address

Tired tastes like a cold tea,

with no sugars when you really,

really needed one with two or three.

Tired feels like a cumulonimbus cloud;

you know, technically, it's basically weightless,

but the rain is coming and you aren't sure

whether to smile or scream.

Tired looks like all the clutter on my nightstand;

the books I've promised myself I'll read,

the games I really want to play - Tired

is the cannon fodder for the running joke.

How is it possible to be so full of everything

and know hollow the way hollow knows a bird's wings?

Tired is my brain crackling away,

a fire whose embers never quiet,

at 4am. Instead of sleep,

each half of my consciousness

plays shadow puppet charades on the wall

in the half light of the phone screen and the

unquietening flames,

whilst Stephen Fry speaks lullabies

to try to soothe my inner child.

He does not always talk of magic now,

myth is more often the story of choice -

at least for the moment.

Or are they really one in the same?

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[torrentialmonsoon]

I dream of us slow dancing to beyond, singing karaoke to hangin’ by a moment, taking long drives with strings. I dream of me feeling safe with my hand tight around you. 

#poetry #napowrimo2023 #napowrimo #day 16 #catching up #shoved in my drafts for years #since 2015

[kaftan]

Fox figurine times three

Light

refracting

different

-ly

through each

exit the grief enter choice

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[beautifleye]

Monarch

All hail the queen As loyalty beams The knees bow as the swords gleam Is this history beckoning As the butterfly travails the earth The initial stage of transformation may be strange Adapting to these new ways of survival Brings forth a revival of life to admire My arch in life was birthed out of survival In the archival of strong black women I surmised to hold it all in In using that…

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[writinginnorthnorfolk]

Time Not Passing

It is not a wild clock vowing vernal explosionor a dog day gilding the fields with harvest. It does not melt in summer heat’s contusiononly to wallow in its ancientness. It’s not flamboyant mushrooms on a rotten tree,a decomposing meadow of rain-soaked hay, autumn’s brittle leaves scurrying on a breeze,or a grieving sky at the end of the day. It isn’t berries trumpeting the turning season,not…

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[peaamlipoetrydoctor]

Day One /// NaPoWri----NO

Having another go at revisiting the prompts from April 2022's National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo).

Day One was a prompt to write a poem about the body but/and it was also a prompt to structure a poem with reference to the structure of a previously existing piece.

I didn't really understand it in that way at the time, but have just written a similar exercise for my class with Poetry School London where we broke down the elements in a particular poem and used the same elements as a starting-point scaffold for a new piece of our own on entirely different theme.

So, this was the prompt as given -

>>> FROM a workshop Maureen Thorson took with Beatrix Gates in 2021 and >>> BASED on the prose poem "A Story About The Body" by Robert Hass with the following elements >>> theme should be a story about the body >>> should involve an encounter between two people >>> at least one line of dialogue >>> at least one crisp image.

Originally I thought that maybe I'd just edit the poem I wrote on this day first time round, but as it turns out nearly 1/3rd of those poems, including the Day One poem, are "on topic" to be early draft material for what be evolving/coalescing into my next poetry pamphlet. (The list of poems in this group are listed in blue at the end. of this post...)

So - new poem then... HERE GOES... /// [TO BE CONTINUED...]

This list originally appeared in and is copied from a post on 5th May:

01 April - Fog Gets to Know Her New Body

03 April - Glosa, after (and not entirely in agreement with Elizabeth Barrett Browning) - a negotiation about "non-heroic” kinds of love

06 April - Things Fall Apart (from Yeats, The Second Coming)

08 April - Papparazzi - the theme of different lives / different choices

10 April - Lost Love Poem II - the II in the title here is because I wrote Lost Love Poem I for the Mid-Life sequence in question…

13 April - Temerity - on why I insist on hoping-beyond-hope

16 April - Persistence - effectively the same poem, different form?

21 April - To Dream or To Scream? - a poem about my ex-husband (the dream/scream of the [TERRIBLE] title refer to paintings BTW)

27 April - String Theory - different lives again

and the “bonus” poem, Reminiscing with Alice - nostalgia.

#poetry #poetic #prose poem #writing prompt #napowrimo

[awyldepoetry]

Supposing

Supposing we were both on this plane, the astral mystery of being supposing it was just us, too, and that's all we both knew supposing it was daylight, twilight, our eyes playing tricks supposing yesterday was over, forever, and tomorrow was promising supposing we opened our eyes again, miraculous supposing there was nothing stopping us to note supposing, maybe, that we were wholly ourselves and entirely free supposing all of that, would you linger on my kiss every morning? supposing our lives were long, uninhibited, resilient supposing we'd win and we'd lose, would you share it all? supposing you picked today, and again tomorrow, and each morning, knowing today what you know and supposing it was all true, supposing it was, supposing it was all true, would you?

-

A. Wylde

April 14th, 2024 NaPoWriMo 16/30 (Day Fourteen Prompt)

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

[aetherianessence]

NaPoWriMo 17.1-17.5: Two Song-Based Poems I Like And Even More I'm Meh About

As Long As You Love Me

At the extreme (EX-TREEEEEMEE!!!!) end of the cassette age

two hyper kids scream-belt Backstreet Boys

into Barbie karaoke mics.

They won’t hear Toxic for another three years,

Backstreet was never Back to them,

in this backwater bit of boonie

where bluegrass is king

and Natalie Maines reings supreme,

but Britney and the Boys are real as the tape

that plays, LOUD! as we sing louder,

spinning out in song till we hit the hard frame

of the little couch in the playroom

and collapse in laughter.

Mock serious confessions of love

to piles of air, saying we don’t care,

as long as you love me.

As long as this stays.

San Cristobal

I found religion in you

(Song, not island)

After angstily losing life,

Searching for foundation,

I came upon you, antifolk hero,

sum of bluegrass past, punk present.

Poet of the borderlands of my being.

Guitar chords resounding,

I don’t wish I’d never gone,

because without going, we’d never meet

and I’d never find the strength.

Years later, at Quaker meeting,

I still find religion in concert halls,

shitty venues, great ones,

I see you there, and the crowd

echoes your voice as one:

I’m home.

Breakaway

Kelly, Avril, you never told me

that it would be so HARD

When your voice, your words came belting out

of the Princess Diaries 2 DVD

our family must have watched

till it was etched in our irises.

Riveted, I was seen, and saw,

Longing for the wrongness to end,

too scared to pray it would.

I can’t forget you, early days

This break doesn’t mean I hate you

This taken chance will remake me,

But this change is not an ending,

Simply a finding of where to begin.

Carry On

I’m 16 again,

listening to the radio

on a drive past somewheres

I’ve been a thousand times.

Getting stuck in a creepy van with 6 people

six high-schoolers, for 30 minutes? Yeah,

angst central. I hate Some Nights (the song,

not the album- though little one, it’s much better

with the prelude), and We Are Young doesn’t yet

feel my own. So when your gentle piano caress

careens out of nowhere into my waiting ears

it finds a blissful emperor’s welcome.

And then- layers adding themselves until

a vast city spawns in my temporal lobe.

Bagpipes?- those madmen! I must

Follow them wherever they go,

My life is worth living.

I’m not a fuckup,

I’m just a girl

No one’s ever gonna stop me now.

Aw no,

They’re breaking up.

Welp, guess they were stopped.

Just Dance

Gaga, I feel you.

I suck at gran jetés,

pas du chaux,

sashays.

A traveler without a guidebook,

bereft of fundamentals.

Yet when your music thrums

I do them anyway, else

with militia-grade insistence,

my dance teacher will force me

nonetheless.

Yes, I’ve had a little bit too much-

Utterly unready, useless in this

We breezed through positions

why am I in front of this scathing mirror

without a barre to my name?

Gaga I love you baby,

But I can’t do this anymore.

This moment scares me.

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[olorielmoonshadow]

Opening the window before supper - NaPo Day 16

~ ‘ Window’, by Christine Davis ~ *unfashionably late for the NaPoWriMo Day 16 prompt, but still arrived! The prompt was : “Today, we challenge you to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.” The prompt was productive for me,…

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[mbfrezon]

https://quiltr.com/?p=24502

NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 16

no color edges • just whatever’s reflected • lips seal around it

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[astoryscribbler]

NaPoWriMo - Day 16

Pride

Is it time to celebrate? Is it time to be proud

For rainbow paint and flags as capes

Pastel blue and pink emblazoned 

on shirts and sheets and posters

Laughs and cheers and songs 

echoing through the crowds

When we march, will it be with joy?

With love and pride and hope

To drown out the naysayers, the haters

By saying us existing banishes their shadows

So we can shine without restraint

Or will we be dressed for something darker

No capes in fear they might choke us

Tattoos covered and paint stowed away

In case the march becomes a chase

When we march, will it be pride or defiance

That echoes in every shaking step

And sets our voices trembling?

When they see our faces

What will that day of pride become?

When its time, what will we become? 

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[secretsinthedarkthepodcast]

NaPoWriMo (2024) Day 16: A Play Draft

I struggled a lot with writing today. More like, I struggled a lot with liking what I wrote today so here is what I came up with for #Napowrimo.

For today we have to write a poem inspired by this James Wright poem. An abstract and philosophical idea that closes out a poem that is based on sensory details. On my wall hangs posters of the playsI performed in onceAnd the bed is filled with booksThe laptop is litIn a darkened room lit only with Golden fairylightsMillions of post-its filled with ideasWriting every dayAct 1 is doneThere are…

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[pattytacuri]

Happy Poetry Month! Napowrimo-Day 16

Polyester

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