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Words & Whims…

…was one month old on the 3rd!

96 followers and 576 views later, and I can only thank YOU! Thanks for reading, liking, commenting, sharing, and obviously, following. Hopefully we can keep growing together.

Also, I hope you all enjoyed NaPoWriMo. This was my first year participating, and it was incredible! Challenging, but fun. I can’t believe how much poetry I wrote! Now, though, my updates will slow a bit as I return to work on what someday, hopefully, will maybe be a novel. I also have a short story in the works that will likely be finished and posted within a few weeks. (It’s inspired by my first book spine poem, if that whets you’re appetite and curiosity for what the story may contain.) Convenient, since this is short story month!

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NaPoWriMo: Day 28 –

Yet again, nothing too exciting. Obviously, my head is nowhere pleasant. Sorry. [UPDATE/EDIT] This was supposed to be a “shadorma” (which i originally spelled w an “n”). But i obviously forgot the syllable counts when i began to write. The second lines should be five syllables, not four. Apologies.

I don’t want
to feel like this
anymore.
Back to bed,
let the darkness win again
the fight for my head.

Everything
just seems to be
so futile.
Why bother?
Too much effort when none of
it even matters.

NaPoWriMo Day 27!

Nothing stupendous:

Making the required
responses, and
going through expected
motions.
Tasks are performed by
rote, dutifully as the
ticking of a timepiece.
When did life become
so mundane,
mechanical?

NaPoWriMo: Day 26! (It’s the final countdown *cues music*)

“Casting Shadows”

Turn your face to the sun,
take one step into the light;
may it fall warm upon uplifted face.
Let not shadows behind fill you with fright.
You cannot escape them,
they cannot be evaded.
Constant companions they will stay;
your storied past cannot be traded.

Eyes lifted to bright sky,
take another step. Smell the clean air;
it is unfouled by former path,
so have not a care.
Shadows are cast behind, short or long;
with light ahead they fall behind you.
There let them stay, as is there place.
Ahead, in the light, is your beautiful view.

NaPoWriMo Day 25: “Life is a Poem”

Life is a poem,
And poetry is music.
Eyes to see the imagery.
Heart to beat the meter.
Every breath a rhyme.

Life is a poem
Composed of many stanzas.
For each its own lines,
A different story to tell.
Chapters of life, verses of song.

Some may comprise a tragedy –
Full of loss and many tears.
Heartbreak and loneliness,
Or being set adrift.
Keep open eyes; it’s not over.

Others will be a comedy –
If only in hindsight.
Perhaps just a chuckle, but
Laughter with friends who’ve seen you through.
Another heartbeat, another stanza.

Moments of high drama will come,
Then pass into fond memory:
Great successes and tiny failures,
Accomplishment of dreams and goals.
Draw a deep breath – now write the next verse.

Now, an exercise in form: triolet

My thoughts are racing here and there;
I could not focus anyway.
At times it seems I cannot bear –
My thoughts are (racing here and there)
Disjointed – being caught in snare.
Staunch will my mind will not obey;
My thoughts are racing here and there-
I could not focus anyway.

NaPoWriMo Day 23! (7 days left!)

I hate to be in love.
It is such an awful thing
to be so beautiful and so desired.
Captures the heart to wring
until it has expired.
Love is naught but a soul-eater,
ravishing until all is ravaged.
Mistress of deceit, Queen Maltreater,
she is not to be engaged.
Causing victims to feel indomitable,
self-preserving caution thrown to wind.
Once safe in love, hapless and comfortable,
she will that happiness rescind.
In one way, or perhaps another, time will come
when that love shall be gone.
There will be pain before it turns numb,
For there’s no liaison with that greatest con.
I hate to be in love.

I guess this is a Srenyu???

“Haiku without rules or restrictions, about human condition”? I guess this works then. Whatever. Over two months cigarette-free for the second time in six months, and I decided to buy a pack this morning. I just can’t kick it.

Addiction will have
its way; cruel master it is.
Nicotine, my love!

NaPoWriMo Day 22:

Not that I really know what this is like,…

Beyond the shores of slumber,
Where peace overtakes daylight’s stress
Upon the starry shore of sleep,
There lies a place of dreams
Over which reigns tranquillity and
Serenity. Hand in hand,
They show deepest desires: wishes
Given life. Hazy, dim, those
Visions shrouded, lend a certain
Happiness. Things impossible
Or improbable upon waking; clarity
Cloaked by nightfall, a blanket of bliss,
Encourages, comforts, granting
Relaxation during repose, a
Sense of wholeness found,
Complete.

NaPoWriMo Day 20: “Ruined”

None desire the
leaky mug or
cracked vase
which cannot
hold a beautiful
blossom;
so, too, a broken
soul or the
fractured heart,
ruined for
love…..