[Crowds, Hyde Park, London, May 1944; via] Do They Even Remember? by Kalyiel You passed through all those people As if you were smoke and they were Cracked mirrors, grinning predatorily In the polluted sunlight. — Do they even remember? Do they remember you? You were like a twist of fate, A coincidence, one of …
Winged Vanity: Day 20
Today's NaPoWriMo prompt challenges us to write a ghazal. But I've already done this in day one of the marathon, and since I don't like to repeat myself, I'm doing something else. It's still a given form, though. Here's my take on a unique type of Japanese poetry, the Gogyōka. [vanitas vanitatum by Jan Sanders …
Nostalgia: Day 19
Nostalgia takes over today... So here I am, posting an early poem for once. [illustration by Benjamin Laombe, via] Acrobatics by Kalyiel Today, I feel the glass spinning top of childhood Piercing the membrane of my heart in its Mindless revolution. Like a key, turning and turning And I'm the doll, walking and walking whilst …
Day Eighteen of This Neverending Journey…
["L'éducation de la Vierge", after Georges de La Tour, via Art Inconnu] Fever by Kalyiel Sleep makes you sick: sick with visions; Where the stars never shine, you see flickering lights, Where the children are wise, you see fear and phantoms... And yet - you follow them until you tears glisten With the fury of …
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Day 17: Impressions
Not precisely in keeping with today's prompt, but not exactly far off either. Just trying to relax and get back on track, for the moment. [image via] Evening Impression by Kalyiel Suspended between your lips - a whisper; Behind the curtained window - a reflection, A fleeting impression of the light on glass. This time …
Na PoWriMo Day Sixteen
NaPoWriMo is turning out to be an interesting experiment. For one, I was expecting my poems to be getting shorter and shorter by the day, as I'd be getting bored and lose my creativity/inspiration. It seems, however, that I was wrong. The first few poems I've written for NaPoWriMo are much shorter than my more …
They All Dance the Macabray…
For today, just a sort of poetic exercise... ["Holly" by Louis Smith, via] Pentina Macabre by Kalyiel I have eaten two humans - one was a man, the other a woman... They taste the same. ~ Eating with Cannibals Down in the graveyard, the blackbird, Piping on unhallowed ground, Calling and waking the crippled ghosts, …
Day Fourteen: Illusions
[illustration for E.A. Poe by Alberto Martini, via] Escapism by Kalyiel I never could get used to this voice from a statue or a parrot, a voice that came out of the dreams, not from a throat. ~ Julio Cortázar, "House Taken Over" If you could get out of here, where would you go? Have …
Day Thirteen: Imaginings
I wrote today's poem on a train, and it was inspired by a greeting card (see below). The quotation in italics that I used within the poem is from "The Spy", sung by The Doors. False Memoirs from Prague by Kalyiel Crescent moon and alleyway knee-deep in darkness. The sort of people you only meet …
Nostalgia: Day Twelve
Today's NaPoWriMo prompt was very much to my liking, and so I've written a poem accordingly. The prompt: Spend a few moments examining an old photograph—a found image, a photo from childhood, an iconic shot from history—and give it a title. Then put the photo aside and write a poem using this title. The "photograph" …
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