NaPoWriMo - Day 7

 Day 7 - a poem in a syllable based style - the Fib is a six-line form. The syllable count is based off the Fibonacci sequence of 1/1/2/3/5/8. You can use that or combine with multiple Fibs or a backwards Fib - which I have attempted here:

The Sadness of Growing Old

stars

shine

twinkle

in night sky

from loved nursery rhymes

remembered from my childhood time

I read the same to my two boys

words that gave them joy

now unsung

silent

mute

mum

-Lisa

NaPoWriMo - Day 6

 Day 6 prompt - Go to a book you love. Find a short line that strikes you. Make that line the title of your poem. Write a poem inspired by the line. Then, after you’ve finished, change the title completely.

I chose The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson. One very short sentence in the book reads "Two very poor choices.." (as an aside there are a multitude of poor choices made by the main character in this book...)

I'm not as happy with this poem so I may re-work it when I have more time. I'm finding it challenging writing a poem every day after not writing much for so long. Some days it comes to me, and other days I struggle - like today.

Impossible Decisions

They tell you not to worry
    then encourage you to hurry
    while the edges become blurry 
The stress is all consuming
when your choices leave you fuming

I tried to take it slow, to ease the quick tempo
But all around
        the lines kept moving
                situations not improving

Torn between the options
    where none of them feel right
trapped upon an endless path
    as daylight turns to night

Alternatives will soon expire
do I choose the frying pan 

        or fire?

-Lisa

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NaPoWriMo - Day 5

 Today's prompt: A poem in the shape of a poem...

I choose:

Power by Adrienne Rich

Living in the earth-deposits of our history

Today a backhoe divulged out of a crumbling flank of earth
one bottle amber perfect a hundred-year-old
cure for fever or melancholy a tonic
for living on this earth in the winters of this climate.

Today I was reading about Marie Curie:
she must have known she suffered from radiation sickness
her body bombarded for years by the element
she had purified
It seems she denied to the end
the source of the cataracts on her eyes
the cracked and suppurating skin of her finger-ends
till she could no longer hold a test-tube or a pencil

She died a famous woman denying
her wounds
denying
her wounds came from the same source as her power.

And mine:
Progression

Longing for simpler means to track the spells

Time ticks backwards until it doesn't anymore
On the face of the clock numbers fall away
catapulting digits into empty space
formulating new methods of passing the years

Timepieces no longer have meaning 
shedding the semblance of needing to know the "when"
holding fast yet holding out
symbols fade away
into a far off meaningless mingling
to emerge another day
taunting, teasing, tormenting and at the same time
tantalizing in anguish

Seeing the future destroying the
here and now
destroying
hour after precious hour as the countdown begins

-Lisa

NaPoWriMo - Day 4

 Today's prompt is a photograph...

Her curves beckon
leading me on
like a familiar stranger
    lonely,
    silent,
waiting for 
    someone
    anyone
        around the corner
        up the hill
what lies beyond
no one can tell
        but I take a step...

-Lisa

NaPoWriMo - Day 3

 Day 3 - Still hanging in...

Today's challenge - write a poem inspired by some randomly chosen words.

My words are: draped, lush, light, tear, gurgle (yes, this was an awkward choice..)

Transition

Spring arrived early
light on her nimble 
yet nearly invisible wings
She slid in
her silky, lush warmth
draped over us
and she let the sun shine
melting streams
allowing water to flow
and gurgle
Announcing her presence
sending winter packing
no regrets
no tears

-Lisa

NaPoWriMo - Day 2

 Today's challenge: write a poem about your own road not taken...

Leavings

I didn't have to leave you
    and honestly
it would have been easier to stay
but how would that look...
    biting our tongues
    avoiding eye contact
   stepping on egg shells
    and distancing
            before it was a thing
That road
would have led to
    further disappointment
    hardened hearts
    and resentment
I didn't want to become good
at any of those...
We look back now
    as cautious friends
    both in agreement
glad that road
        washed out when it did...

-Lisa

NaPoWriMo - Day 1

I'm back - I'm going to try to be anyway for National Poetry Writing Month where I will attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April. Heady and ambitious I know! But with COVID I desperately need distraction and a creativity outlet. I'm very rusty but anyway... here goes.

Today's poem is a poem inspired by the animated version of "Seductive Fantasy" by Sun Ra and his Arkestra. 

The Night Inside My Daydream

Daytime spirals into night
taking with it all the light
Elongated bodies lie
they follow starlight in the sky

I stretch my arms from dusk to dawn

Embracing dark's phenomenon

Reaching out I find a hold 

Tenuous and uncontrolled

Blindly wander through the mist

Til daylight's break, and sunlight's kiss

Those hapless fools who made it through

the foggy trance, like me....and you

We're left to dream - to find the source

The soul of this diurnal course

-Lisa

p.s. this is not an April Fool's joke ;)