This comes a bit late, but at least I've managed to write it. Today's NaPoWriMo prompt was In honor of Earth Day, today I’d like you to write a poem about a plant. Flowers, of course, have been the subject of poems since time immemorial, and continue to be a source of much inspiration. But …
A Fine and Private Place
Some of you may noticed I've hijacked the title from one of the fantasy/uncanny masters, Peter Beagle. It originally pertains to one of his most amazing novels, which also remains one of my favourite books to this day. The reason why I've shamelessly signposted this blog update like this is because it's going to be …
Walking Like a Fool
I was inspired to write a poem about journeying today. Dedicated to all wayfarers, but especially to my friend R. (you know who you are!). The Wayfarer I didn't just up and leave on the spur of the moment, you know. I always knew that I was going to run away sooner or later, and …
Short Journeys to Heaven (in Poetic Form)
Going back to my love for condensed poetry form once again, I have decided to write a sequence of lunes today. A lune is an adaptation of the haiku to the English language, and I have tried my hand at both versions of the form, the Robert Kelly (5-3-5) and the Jack Collom (3-5-3). And …
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Fantasy and Myth
Finally, some peace and quiet and a - largely - reliable internet connection. I was actually able to sit down and think about what I was going to write for the first time in 4 days. So for today's NaPoWriMo exercise I prompted myself to write a poem inspired by the Malagasy poetic form, the …
Dreams and Impressions
This is... I have no idea what this is, actually, but it's for day 18 of NaPoWriMo. Very eerie stuff, I suppose. I've been a bit tense lately and I need to relax, otherwise all my poetry's going to turn out like this. Here it is then: A Sketch of Our Home Brighter, still brighter …
Vibrating Masses
A slightly more leisurely poem today, written in honour of all the comfortingly crowded spaces. The Crowd Constant murmur of thronging souls Used to being silent but now Compelled to navigate thin Corridors through the careful Manipulation of their delicate Vocal chords - it feels as though I were at the bottom of the sea, …
More of the same…
Apologies for just hurriedly dropping poems in here; I've been mostly on the run lately. But oh well, I guess this rather rushed approach does give poetry the pleasing flavour of an illicit affair. I'll admit I've been very lazy today though, so here's another haiku for your perusal: Rough Patterns on the wind Polished …
Poetry on the Run
Halfway through NaPoWriMo. I'm not being lazy, I assure you, I just felt like writing a haiku today. Tea House soft rain of petals - the city is a tea house for fighting spirits.
All in a rush…
NaPoWriMo day 14. Claustrophobic Sympathetic pleasantriesplucked out from the rootground into half-syllablesfit for a bestiary - I suppose this is all that's leftwe've run out of ballastto sink our teeth into.Sometimes, maybeyou even miss the excitementof rushed exchangesrushed hellos and goodbyesrushed everything.It will please you to know,my ribcage has becomeclaustrophobic.
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