#napowrimo day 24

[amalgamationink]

#prompt: write a poetic review of something that isn't normally reviewed. #this is a review of the year 2019. truly a year of “started from the bottom now we here” #got a little funky with my formatting for this one. not sure if i like it but you know... try something new #also don't @ me i know i have missed several days. i will try to post something for all of them but i wanted to make sure i did today's. #napowrimo #napowrimo 2023 #spilled ink #spilled poetry #writeblr #poetry #poets on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #breakup poetry #heartbreak #recovery poem #hopeful poem #recovery poetry #damien.txt #napowrimo day 24 #image description in alt

[dobaara]

my anger and loneliness are lovers. 08/24. S.R.

napowrimo day 24 using @mercuriian's prompts (x): a poem about something you can't do

transcript under the cut:-

my anger and loneliness are lovers

I

The bodies on the olive branch writhe. The leaves fall one by one when I cut the tongue of Nemesis. A clean swoop, a bloodied strike. It falls to the floor writhing like the fishes I caught yesterday to eat. It whispers to me, secrets that are not secrets anymore. What is the point of the world when it is not hidden anymore?

I find myself in a cracked mirror each night. From a world where every heart is a stab wound, some with the knives still buried in them. It scorches my skin when I try to pull them out. The knives find a home in my hand, I find a home in the edge.

Let me be clear: every version of this story ends with rage licking my body all over before slaughtering me by feeding me ignorance.

II

My anger and loneliness are lovers. They stroll the gardens hand in hand and each kiss of theirs turns my world to dust. My loneliness throws a fit of rage each night if they do not get to sleep on either side of me. When they get married, I can do nothing but sob and stare at the sparkle each knife has. There is no fire to extinguish this wounded rage.

When I was seven, my father taught me to make a fist. He taught me to make a fist when I was seven and I carry those punches in a sack that chars my hands. And my anger is all early apologies as it throws me to the ground, tears it apart, and feasts on them like a servant of hades.

III

I cannot let them go. While anger and loneliness wander off for their sojourn of the world, I feel alone without them like a picture in a stained glass window. Immovable and longing for someone to see them and not look.

I get down on my knees and pray at a shattered altar. I pray my anger is enough to die out. I pray that my loneliness dies with it too, two lovers in a locked embrace, reunited by demise. I pray the enemy (hope) is strong enough to stop me. I twist the serpent and bee in a reunion of mayhem. I do not wish for them to leave. I would be all alone then. I do not want to be alone. I do not want to let them go…

Forgive me, I have eaten up all the anger from the store-bought box. I think I should buy one more in another flavour.

— S.R.

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[torrentialmonsoon]

oh, how your words have such a melancholic persona; i'm left praying that my heart decides to heal.

#poetry #napowrimo #napowrimo 2023 #catching up #day 24 #music inspired

[writinginnorthnorfolk]

Reviewing a Pomegranate

We purchased it for mixingwith garlic and honey, a dressingfor grilled halloumi and sourdough toast. Its orb glowed crimson,the blade split smooth skin,spilling the ruby jewels within, and stained our fingers with fruity blood.Its sticky flesh held heavenly food,the luscious seeds tiny surprises crushed between our incisors,trickling juice upon the tongue,a fecund fruit with a tartly sweet…

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[arseekh-kebab]

blast from napowrimo past! i have no idea what day this prompt was from last year but we had to write short (one-three worded) sentences and form a poem, and insert a made up word somewhere in between. i made up the word 'phoneliness' bec it sounded nice to me ✨

i can't believe napowrimo '24 is inching closer, hopefully i get to be equally consistent as last time! 💞

painting deets:

slide one: "Resignation" (1890) by Bertha Wegmann

slide two: "Trett" ("Tired") (1885) by Christian Krohg

slide three: "Lady Lying On Sofa" (1885-1890) by lakovos Rizos

slide four: "Young Smoker" (1877) by Tito Conti

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[rustbeltjessie]

Pretend to Forget

A gold shirt on a cold day.

Once you had set out for the future, there must only be the hard edge of the horizon before you.

Cloud/sun/cloud/sun, a moving striation of gold and grey.

The inside of your heart, that you’re destroying? That’s your only life.

Pink wine in a blue glass.

Uncage your heart, free your heart, let it be wild.

—Jessie Lynn McMains (NaPoWriMo, Day 24; from my own fragments prompt—sources below the cut.)

Sources:

Title from the Message to Bears song of the same name.

“Once you had set out for the future…the horizon before you” from After Sappho by Selby Wynn Schwartz.

“The inside…your only life” from something I overheard one of my kiddos say yesterday.

“Uncage…let it be wild” from a tea bag tag. (I used that instead of a headline.)

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[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

Unravelled

She aches— muscles sore from her patrol, everything else from keeping up appearances around her friends. She just wants to be herself. Funny the only one she can drop the act with is Spike.

Sit, he says, surprisingly gentle; his fingers find the knots in her neck, along her spine. A tear slips down her cheek, pure relief.

When he pulls her into his arms she goes willingly, the coolness of his body a balm to her admittedly lessened aches. He kisses her hair, says rest, love. But she turns her face up, looks into fathomless eyes.

Kiss me again. She needs to wash away all the fighting, to cover herself with love.

A growl of need, deep in his chest. Always, Slayer.

The first kisses are soft, tender, but soon they’re clutching at each other. Buffy’s heart rabbits in her chest when Spike nips at her throat— not to bite, just to tease.

Soon, like magic, she is uncovered. Only Buffy. Overwhelmed, but entirely herself.

Thank you. She murmurs the words into the shell of his ear.

He doesn’t say anything, just holds her closer.

It’s answer enough.

****

NaPoWriMo day 24 - buffy/spike and "kiss me again" for @vexbatch

#lirael writes #napowrimo23 #buffy x spike #btvs #secret relationship #kissing #fandom poetry #i will always be soft for these two

[creativefrustrations]

Napowrimo Day 24

Official Prompt: 

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem in the form of a review. But not a review of a book or a movie of a restaurant. Instead, I challenge you to write a poetic review of something that isn’t normally reviewed. For example, your mother-in-law, the moon, or the year you were ten years old. 

My Prompt: 

For today, I want you to take an image from nature and write describing it as something concrete. Avoid, if you can, any leanings towards discussing scents or sounds or slipping into what it reminds you of. Try to remain in the present and look at it almost as though it is a blueprint or an architect's specification. 

Lucky Dip: 

Bridges

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[guns-wanderingsoul]

Source: Found Poetry from Page 24 of The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson.

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

[pattytacuri]

Happy Poetry Month! Napowrimo-Day 24

First line inspired by Taylor Swift Me with my oldest son in August of 1998

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#blog #Borderline Personality Disorder #family #feeling #latina poetry #Life #mental health #napowrimo #storytelling

[mermaidspen]

{Day 22/ NaPoWriMo '24}

Prompt: Melancholy in a repose

[mabhsavage]

NaPoWriMo Day 24: Angels

Angel in my heart Messenger Winged and covered in eyes A wheel A chariot A burning fire Fear not Be not afraid I mean Have you seen yourself.

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[blackinkmess]

NaPoWriMo 2023 - Day 24

Love has always been built upon the risks we take, the shots in the dark as we follow our hearts. It has always been about faith and surrender, about trusting the one true thing that you feel in your gut. We must venture further than we feel capable of going, in spite of the possibility that we’ll fail. Sometimes we will. But heartache gives us strength. We must leap beyond what we can see to find a love that is lasting.

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[coloradomcpoeticslave]

NaPoWriMo 2023 Poem 24: Prepare

By Daniel Paiz The final days are ticking down for NaPoWriMo, and it’s always a nice sense of accomplishment as these last poems roll out. There’s also a rhythm that feels natural at this point, and it ideally sticks around as May and other months are approaching fast. Today’s piece is likely a challenge of some kind that already exists out there, but it’s going to be tackled here as well:…

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[mbfrezon]

https://quiltr.com/?p=23762

NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 24

Clouds hurrying past • One potted plant has new shoots • showing finally

#cats #catsofmastodon #cloudscape #dothework #haiku #landscape #NaPoWriMo #poetry #process #TakingTimetoLook #watercolor #watercolor painting

[authormarialberg]

Poetry Month Challenges Day 24: Thrill and Tiredness

Poetry Month Challenges Day 24: Thrill and Tiredness #poetry #photography #PAD #AtoZChallenge #NaPoWriMo #vispo

Tiredness in Thrill by Maria L. Berg 2023 Happiness lies in the joy of achievement and the thrill of creative effort. Franklin D. Roosevelt Thrill & Tiredness Yesterday I felt a bit of a thrill—a sudden wave of keen emotion or excitement—while cutting out and arranging all of the photographs I’ve created and chosen to post this month. I’ve felt a tiredness—a state of wishing for sleep or rest,…

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#A to Z challenge #abstract nouns #abstractions #Blogging A to Z #contradictory abstract nouns #GloPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo #new poem #PAD Challenge #poetry prompts