The second prompt for NaPoWriMo was to Write a poem inspired by the song that was #1 on the day that you were born. Well, apparently, number one in the UK music charts when I was born was Soul II Soul featuring Caron Wheeler - Back To Life (How Ever Do You Want Me). I …
Of Writing as Therapy, or How Poetry Just Made My Day Better
I had almost forgotten that April is National Poetry Writing Month, and as a consequence I almost missed the start. Well then, this would be the second year in a row when I am challenging myself to write one poem a day. Wish me luck, please! (Also, I've been feeling really down for a while, …
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The Stuff that Happens in Graveyards…
One of the most amazing, surreal things things happened today, when I was visiting the Holy Trinity Church graveyard in Stratford-upon-Avon. I was busy taking a photograph of a beautiful Victorian tombstone, when a little boy (probably aged somehwere between 4 and 6) ran to a tombstone nearby, kneeled in front of it, then started …
Shadows Again
Getting serious again in the penultimate day of NaPoWriMo. For some reason, I've written about shadows again. [screencap from this video, via] Shadow Baby by Kalyiel Lately I've been able to hear shadows Moving stealthily with these, our bodies, The sound of their airy shackles as they Trudge between flesh and soul, moaning Miserably on …
Two in One: Days 27 and 28 of NaPo
Dear NaPoWriMo, Sorry for skipping yesterday's poem, but surely the fact that I had to pull an (almost) all-nighter is enough of an excuse. 😛 To make up for it, I have written two poems today (and no, the fact that they're both haikus doesn't mean I'm not playing fair! 🙂 ). Snapshot by Kalyiel …
I can dream these books
Horribly busy day, so I am resorting to a haiku. 🙂 (Well, at least I'm being honest, right?) [via] Haiku of the Book-Plant by Kalyiel A handful of books Sown into the desk's hard wood: Harvest of the dead.
Theme: Childhood
Creativity's welling up again after a few days of just throwing random, arid words on the paper. Today's poem's turned out a little better, I think. It's a bit weird, structure-wise and tone-wise, but I wanted it to have a weird feel to it. [via] Playground by Kalyiel She was like a fruitful soil that …
NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Four: Metamorphoses
Incredible, but true: I am running out of inspiration. (Or maybe I'm just very tired...) Self-Portrait as a Grotesque by Kalyiel Perched onto an oriel window, I look down at the city. No one looks up, except children And tourists. But if they would, They'd see a pair of green eyes - The moss made …
Day 23 of NaPoWriMo
I'm afraid I couldn't find a suitable image/video/song to go with this one, so I'll just proceed to the poem. Burning Judas by Kalyiel Then everybody tramped to the churchyard. The effigy was dragged to an open place, a black baseball hat on its head, and a half dozen drunken men fell upon it, shouting, …
Day 22
First, a musical epigraph: Well, I intended to embed a song, but LJ will have none of it, so I'm afraid you'll have to listen to it here (note: the page is in Romanian, and so is the song). Now the poem: [via] Cornered by Kalyiel What I thought I had left I kept finding …
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