Not much motivation going on today, so I tried (a version of) the ruba'i, as per yesterday's prompt. Not sure about the end result though, as I have the feeling that I used some rhymes I've already used before... (DAY 19) *** It was an old and strange affair - There were no flowers in …
Does this count as cheating?
I may or may not have cheated a bit with this poem. Thing is, I appear to be functioning after a certain time zone whilst living in another. Therefore, I'm not quite sure whether the poem qualifies as having been written very late on the 17th or extremely early on the 18th... Either way, this …
Sound and Hearing
This time round, I started from today's NaPoWriMo prompt, but decided to narrow it down somewhat. So, instead of writing "a poem in which you very specifically describe something in terms of at least three of the five senses", as the original suggestion went, I focused on sound and hearing specifically. There was no complicated …
Collective Memory
Memory - in all its forms - is another topic that fascinates me, and since today appears to have been a good day for thinking about this, the token poem, unsurprisingly tackles the same theme. I hope you enjoy! (DAY 16) Remembrance I don't remember you, but, writing down these lines, my hand remembers: the …
Halfway Through
I'm already halfway through NaPoWriMo! I can't believe it! Here, have another poem: (DAY 15) Recital The air is disintegrating all around, ripped into narrow ribbons slowly, then swiftly, intensely, then slowly once more. There are so many people all around, but no, they are not people, they are cut-out silhouettes, shadow puppets, this Grecian …
From niche to literary… hopefully
Today I just fooled around a bit and came up with a cento, or something like that. I thought it would be fun to put it together out of something with... let's say dubious links to poetry, so I fished out a random cult horror book from my teenage years collection. I used a few …
Paste Bodies
I guess today's poem is another kind of collage. (DAY 13) (Em)Place(ment) I'm leaking round the edges, my bolts are coming off, whatever kind of glue God may have used to stick my limbs in place - it wasn't good enough, it yellowed and cracked with age. And perhaps, all along, I had paste eyes, …
Some Haikus
Today has been what I think of as a typical spring day, wavering between cloudy and rainy, and sunny and pleasant. Felt like the perfect setting to write a haiku, so I wrote... several. Five, to be precise. They're not connected by anything except the general theme - Â spring - but it kind of makes …
More Wine and Poetry
Purely by chance (I swear!), I wrote a poem about wine and love, again. It must be because I'm enjoying some great wine right now. Anyway, here it is. (DAY 11) How Could She Not How could she ever pretend that she was not filled with love to the brim, that she was not akin …
A Bite of Gothic
So today I just wanted to have a little fun with the poem, since I felt like I've been much too serious these past few days. Of course, though, my definition of "fun" includes some grotesque imagery of nineteenth-century inspiration. In fact, my main source of inspiration for today's poem was the brilliant novel that …
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