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 …
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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