The prompt of the 8th day of NaPoWriMo is making something called Ottawa Prima in iambic pentameter, that is a completely new set of words for me and I have tried figure it by reading Lord Byron and Shakespeare who seemed to like writing in this way.

Please forgive me if it doesn’t turn out correct! But it was interesting to challenge myself!

In the part of the world I am in, it is Day #9


I open the window to get some Fresh Air

the air in this room feels stale, worn out and old

I sense a million possibilities fresh out there

don’t even notice the wind blowing in is so cold

I wish I would fly right out from here

it would be liberating doing something so bold

seeking, experiencing enjoying The Life

but it should be enough feel content where I am safe


I look up the roof of that tall building

I desire to touch the stones and feel the texture

like Spiderman, Catwoman effortless, fearless climbing

as the strongest Vampyre’s nostrils in the air finds the lure

how can opening a window make me a not normal being

why would I want to feel the wind in my face

in such an uncomfortable, unfamiliar, hard to get to place


If I am on my way to fly over oceans

hearing the roaring noises around and below

finding new countries, mountains and valleys

learning about people and places making me grow

are we humans the oddest of the species?

More questions than answers, how will we know?

but now is definitely not the right time to flee

when it is, will I still be me?


Waw! That was hard work! Now I admire Shakespeare and Lord Byron even more!

Do take a look at some other great poets at NaPoWriMo’s homepage, click here.

I wish you  a great day!


8 thoughts on “Opening a window

  1. That is beautiful Lotta, it really touched me. Amazing that we humans have an imagination, something that no other creature has, and just opening the window could send your imagination into such an awesome flight of fancy.


  2. Lotta,
    Was the goal to write your poem in iambic pentameter? It’s hard, isn’t it? Poets are an amazing lot. They definitely have a certain intelligence that supports this type of writing. I can’t tell you how excited I was to see you were learning about that. In fact your poem sparked my latest post. I love your imagery.


    1. Yes it was Shelley, and the Ottawa Rima as well. I really love learning about all this. Can’t wait to see what’s coming up tomorrow! Thank you so much for commenting! 🙂


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