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 …
21st Day of Poetry
[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, …
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