Finally, the last day of NaPoWriMo is upon us, and what better way to celebrate it than a poem about the – End of the Road This is the end … Continue reading NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2019: Day 30
I can’t believe that I have almost reached the end of this year’s poetry-writing challenge! Tomorrow, I’ll have to find a way to celebrate, but for now, here’s my next-to-last … Continue reading NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2019: Day 29
Playing catch-up again, because this is my life. 😀 Sometimes it feels like a juggler walking a thin rope through fog. Anyway, here’s my “debt” of four poems!
For day 25, I wrote a poem about stained glass, for which I have a very healthy (I do assure you!) obsession.
Whom do these painted windows serve,
whose contemplation? Light
grants them life, but their joy
is short-lived. Their frames, suffused
with names, remember no-one.
Their message, camouflaged by cobwebs
preaches to the husks of flies. And yet
their sky explodes with patterns,
and the roads that wind through them
speak to the aching feet. Colour
reigns supreme in all but the eyes
of their inhabitants, whose ascetic
pupils hide under bashful lids.
Such wispy figures never cease to talk.
Even at night they fill the walls
with chatter, frightening ghosts
that would prefer less holy noise.
Alive or not, the windows mark the air
with the stubbornness of alchemists.
“We, too, can dream,” they say,
“We, too, can sleep and wonder.”
For day 26, I went all out with a haiku. 😛 No, this wasn’t the lazy choice, it probably took me longer to figure out than many of the other poems.
And so with sparrows –
they build a nest of seasons
and feather weather.
The poem for day 27 speaks of mistakes, and the dangers of trying to erase them. (I wish you could see all the poorly written lines I crossed off while writing this!)
in place of space,
instead of rest,
by way of silence.
does not make room
for new thought. Rather,
it keeps the slate blank
and wears it down
to dust. Cross out,
do not wipe off.
Finally, for today, I followed the optional prompt that suggested we write an ars poetica, a poem about poetry.
A poem is nothing
but found words,
osmosis, a river
that carries you
into worlds, sometimes
against your will.
It shapes and fastens
It turns familiar landscapes
on their head,
A poem has no rules
and knows no mercy.
Once out, it raids
Desire is its currency
and debt its glory.
A poem answers
to no one.
Today, the optional prompt suggested that we get inspired by an encyclopaedia in writing our poems. And since this is the very Encyclopaedia Vanitatum – the encyclopaedia of worthless, transient things … Continue reading NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2019: Day 24
Today’s prompt encouraged us to write a poem about an animal, which was an excellent excuse for me to to write about a cockroach for the first time! I dedicate this one to my patient hissers, Kafka and Rilke.
He burrows, searching for
the trail left him by his ancestors,
alive with the warning that
no food should go to waste,
the knowledge that
the steady flux of day and night
is the only constant.
Tripped up by my fingers,
he scurries away –
my warm scent frightens,
gives an edge to the flight.
At the border between
human and insect,
an offering of apple and bread
marks an unsteady truce –
we may both be searching
for the same truth.
Hold on tight, fairies and sprites! Today, to catch up on my NaPoWriMo backlog, much neglected after three full days of travel and uproar, I give you four poems born … Continue reading NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2019: Days 19 to 22
Today, I wrote a poem about fairies, elves, mermaids, and nature, inspired by the amazing town I’m currently staying in. The View from the Nehaj Fortress One could almost believe … Continue reading NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2019: Day 18