Description: For NaPoWriMo.
Gnarled stumps like forest spirits keep sentry
Over golden waves and clusters of scattered brethren
Casting a distant eye toward their homebound caretakers
They ward off demons as solemn duty
In the distance lights cast their ominous glow upon the clouds
Scaring the stars and marring the sunset
A red smog warning to stay away and rooted at their post
Warding off urban dwellers
With their brutal, haunted howls
Unrelenting even in the brightest summer
Ever they remain
Only natives are welcomed here
Those who have endured the winds and winters
And proven themselves friends
To the birds, to the creatures who make their home
Those who roam as once-forest people
Now humble movers of the earth
Description: While I work on a few more serious pieces, have a bit of random inspiration. Where do you find yourself working on your creative pursuits? For NaPoWriMo.
The only time I have to be alone
Is on this throne
So leave me be
As I write sweet toilet poetry
Description: Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: Blindly. For NaPoWriMo.
For your undivided eyes
A shy and cautious smile
And your hearty laughter when
I slide in a small tease
For the uncontrollable tremors
Falling to my knees and
The excitement, nausea
And flush to my cheeks
For a chance at a dance
That radiates sincerity
And the warmth of home
For which I’m waiting
For such things
Though it’s naïve
And possibly ill-conceived
I will follow blindly
Description: I’ve fallen behind again. Why? Read this poem. I seem to be on a visual poetry kick this year for some reason… For NaPoWriMo.
Description: Inspired by life and today’s Daily Prompt: Denial. For NaPoWriMo.
A head tilt and eye shift
At mere conversation
When prodded only circles
Spin on halfhearted investigation
Others too shy to elevate
Thoughts that lay buried
Under a lifetime of holding ground
Feet on earth and eyes in fog
Protect for now
But souls ache for when that stance
Will be swept away with the wind
And forced into light
Description: I’m there. I’m sure you’ve been there. For NaPoWriMo.
Mindless motions are how
I muddle through monotonous days
Once filled with frenzied excitement
Those same enticing tasks
Emit exasperated sighs
Can I survive
A few more days?
Description: Start from the bottom and work your way up up. For NaPoWriMo.
Description: Ah, yes, thanks to school and social distractions I am off to a GREAT start with NaPoWriMo… Three days behind. But it will be remedied! To start… yes, I wrote a poem about the giraffe. (My friends made me?)
Description: Hey, blog! Remember me? Yes, I have returned from my slacking with the masses for NaPoWriMo. Okay, it’s not really been slacking. It’s more like the last semester of grad school (and, okay, a recent obsession with a certain MMO). But I DO want to keep writing! And the poetry actually came pretty easily once I sat down and thought for a few minutes. So here we go, the thrilling conclusion to my latest string of sappy, romantic poetry.
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