Against all odds, this turned out to be a curiously productive day. So I've decided (although, admittedly, a bit half-heartedly) to share my newest poem with the world. For what it's worth. And look, I've even added a (not very creative) photo-illustration of my own devising! Nothing by yours truly Behind a maze of smiles …
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 …
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 …
