NaPoWriMo 2013 was what brought me to WordPress. I used all the prompts and, from Day 9, linked it all together to make a rather bizarre story. If you dig far enough back on here, you’ll find it. I didn’t get around to participating last year as I was holidaying in Australia.
I’ve decided not to go with the set prompts this year, and have chosen to use a random word generator instead.
I’m also only going to write tankas, as I’m not sure how much time I’m going to have free this month.
Today’s generated words were: pepper, hanger, string
Words in formation
Thoughts, like string, unravelling
Flowing to the page
Peppered with bare emotions
They create a masterpiece
What did you think of my latest poem, Babaloo?
Which one, Oolabab?
You know. The one you ‘liked’. What did you like about it?
You did that thing you do.
What thing? I wasn’t sure if it was too subtle or not.
Yeah, that’s it. Subtlety. It’s what you do.
You didn’t get it, did you?
No, not really.
You didn’t read it, did you?
I couldn’t commit.
Kept my options open
knowing that some day
I would change;
my wants, my needs
unsated by another.
Please don’t commit to me.
Keep your options open.
distracted by another,
a new ember
may spark your fire
Don’t make the same mistake.
A misplaced sense of loyalty
is not becoming.
Let us not be bitter,
wasted, while we wait
for a sweeter taste
of ‘The One’ we thought we were.
We sense our familiarity
We wonder where our passion went.
Do not commit to me,
as I could not commit.
Kept my options open
so that I could love you.
Life, like the seasons, is cyclical;
a circle of growth, life, death and suspension.
Did I mention I’m still growing?
I’m at that mid-point between spring and summer
New buds appear from here and there.
I take care to nourish them; to help them blossom and bloom –
their beauty to share with you… and you.
It won’t be long, and yet too soon, they will wither.
I will drop my guard and fall.
My limbs will start to ache and yet… behold!
Autumnal leaves of red and gold will blanket the forest floor –
crisp for a while; underfoot percussion to our leisurely meanderings
until the rains turn all to molten mush and cold creeps in.
Put your arms around me.
Hear how the branches crackle?
How the trunk stiffens; held firm in the shackles of winter?
Blustering winds may rally to tear me apart, but I’m not ready to take my final breath.
Whilst a part of me cannot evade this thing called death, I will rest for a while;
let glistening snowflakes adorn and fire-breasted birds alight.
Offer myself to the elements as I lie dormant… still…beautiful.
Nature will work her magic and I will spring back to life,
to sparkle in my newly sown gown of peridot, emerald and jade.
With thanks to Felicity of Dark Night Chronicles for the prompt.
I didn’t see it coming
Deepest earth shattering connection
Rubber and steel bonded our lovemaking
We didn’t see it coming
Steel and rubber
Not of the kind we’d shared with passion
A monster from the dark
Descending upon us at speed
You didn’t see it coming
Your splintered bones now lie beneath a mound of earth
Robbed of life and still
With broken spirit and shattered dreams
I didn’t see it coming
You restlessly whisper her name while you sleep
And when I weep, you do not see
A reverie carelessly unveils your secret
Tight-shut eyes reveal the lies that play beneath your darkened lashes
The mystery of your passion now bequeathed to me
I dreamt last night that I was a luddite;
that all my clicks were stiletto heels on parquet flooring,
leaving their mark like eager fingernail trails down your spine,
as we danced to our tune.
I dreamt last night of universal blackouts;
the only light from candle flames,
with reflections of the satellites and stars in our eyes
as we shared a celestial experience.
I dreamt last night that you and I put down our weapons of mass distraction;
took a moment to be in the moment.
Sat beneath the forest canopy and listened to the midnight choir
of bird and beast.
Awoke this morning to reality.
Alarmed by phone and tablet taunting.
Drawn to electronics that haunt like a disfigured crack whore who’s just found her spoon.
Number-crunching at first light.
Checking your score for
The knight was gone too soon.
Replaced by a backlit face.
Man becomes machine.
I dreamt last night that I was a luddite.
I clicked my fingers…
and I was gone.