Today’s optional prompt in NaPoWriMo: “I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that relies on repetition. It can be repetition of a phrase, or just a word.” http://www.napowrimo.net/
My life is full of words
A phrase of words
that goes on
I see them
on my window,
in my life.
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Last week I lost my dear, beloved father. My mind is still unsettled and I find it very difficult to find words for anything or everything. I will start slowly in NaPoWriMo this year and wait and see where my heart leads me. This is my contribution for day 1
I can’t make
the words right
a big lump
is in the way
between my heart
and my hand
I don’t want
the lump to
because it is
all there is left
I must wait
until it dissolves
or next year
I want it to go away
so that I can write
I want it to stay
so I can be with you
Tomorrow is a new day and we will see what it brings. I wish you a beautiful day today! Lotta
Just posted a serious piece here on the blog, and thought that’s where I would put my efforts today and maybe for the first day this month skip the NaPoWriMo. Seems that my mind was not at all in to that idea, and the words kept swirling around and hand reached for pen and paper and something had to be put down.
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!
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