So this time the prompt was to write about our least favourite month. I kinda dislike summer as a whole but I chose July because it's in the middle of summer. Enjoy!
Summertime (or Seasonal Affective Disorder [S.A.D]) The sky is empty the streets are emptier heat rises like steam from a pan it's difficult to breathe when the world feels desolate somewhere a baby wails and a car alarm cries in the distant there are no clouds decorating the sky it's as empty as these shadowed streets a dog barks and children scream I wait beneath the sheltered shadows watch the heat shimmer off the street I want to speak I have a need to fill the quiet world with my small voice that perhaps no one will hear through the heat that I cannot bear but someone might listen and someone else might appear but the world still feels like it's drifting aimlessly or perhaps it's just me.
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Ahh! Late entry because I was dreadfully ill yesterday. So this poem is supposed to be about a celebrity...mine is about a British politician.
Untitled Your eyes scream ignorance and power and all things you shouldn't have you say you care for us but you're working against us you're trying to kill us with smarmy words and slimy smiles that make my blood boil you take money like you breathe air how dare you profess to be one with the poor how dare you ruin the futures of so many lives poison drips from your snake tongue remember, death comes to us all. Welcome to day 2 of NaPoWriMo! The prompt was family portrait today, so I made up a family of somewhat Victorian-esque style and ended up with a four stanza poem of a grandfather, mother, father and a daughter. Please enjoy!
Portraits of People in Time Leathery skin that sticks like rice pudding to the bone matched with cold eyes and a brown suit that devours all colour in the picture An icy gaze reflects the shadows that these frozen blue eyes witnessed the mustard jacket she wears stained on the corners of her sleeves sits like a beacon on her skin bleak grey eyes stare out of the frame standing above his wife and own father this mans posture shouts obey me but his thin lips and furrowed eyebrows whisper forgive me wears a black suit maybe someone died fearless pink blossomed cheeks determined in mind and resolute with green eyes fists at her side and a huff beneath her lips denim jacket and heavy eyeliner she stands to one-side seems to have refused to be in centre. Hello! It's been far far too long since I last published anything on here, so apologies, BUT I have been writing poetry as often as I can. Anyway, decided to participate in my first NaPoWriMo ever, it's 2016 I think it's time. For those that don't know this is basically a thing that you write poetry for everyday of April, here's a link to their website if you want to find out more: NaPoWriMo.
So here goes, as for my first poem for this I decided to go with their prompt and write a lune which is a 5-3-5 syllable count if you're writing one in the form Robert Kelly came up with. But because I prefered the Jack Collom way of writing it (by paying not much mind to syllables as it's a 3 words-5 words-3 words lune) that's the one I'll be showcasing. Here goes: Cat An empty box missing black and white cat clever hiding space [Edit - had to re-upload due to issues with page.] |
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