NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 7

Girl with rainbow umbrella

Showers

Shower me with shiny things
– with gold and silver
Shower me with goodies
– chocolate and wine
Shower me with e-trinkets
– phones, tablets, PCs

I’ll stay under my umbrella… ella… ella
Hey! Hey! Hey!

Shower me with the rain
I’ll weather the storm
Dance naked on the grass
Feel the dew between my toes
Forever yours
Hey! Hey! Hey!

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NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 5

The impossible dream

Cry your unbearable sorrow
Smile your incredible smile
Dream the impossible dream

Open your mind, look around
Close your eyes for a while
Cry your unbearable sorrow

Lightly tread; make no sound
Heavy heart from the trial
Dream the impossible dream

Run wild your ship aground
Walk softly down the aisle
Cry your unbearable sorry

High time to be crowned
Low beginnings to greater style
Cry your unbearable sorrow
Dream the impossible dream

Credit: The Impossible Dream (The Quest)

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 3

Collection of autumn leaves

Time changes all things

We met
…. loved
…….. parted
………… lived
We met
…. loved
…….. stayed
………… played
……………. travelled
We moved
…. changed
…….. worked
………… stuck
…. rut
…….. rut
………… stuck in a rut
I changed
…. dug
…….. deep
………… out
We love
…. we live
…….. we’re home

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 2

Fallen Trees In Green Coniferous Forest

Unanswered

Whispering winds wake the trees from their slumbers
Limbs stretch, dancing to sweet melodies
White clouds form and glide across pastel skies
Time passes, white turns to grey
…. to black
Winds from whispers
…….. to cries
Melodies
………… to crashing symphonies
Dances
…………….. to graceless thrashing
A creak
A split
There’s nobody around
What is this sound?

No Matter (The Sock Song)

For today…

moonworld

Williamleeone asked: “Have you seen my sock?”

I reply with the lyrics of a song I wrote a couple of years ago for a prompt, “Science”. I’ve never given it a chorus, and I’ll let the reader decide if it stands alone as a poem.

Matter doesn’t matter much to me
I’d rather look at stuff that I can’t see
And whilst this may seem like a paradox
It could explain what happened to my socks

Everything is in superposition
Neither here nor there until volition
And when you look it all snaps into place
Instead of hanging out in outer space

Nothing is the matter you might think
Your table, chairs, your cooker, kitchen sink
Empty space, mostly, all of that
Even you, your dog, your hamster, cat

Some days, when I choose to entertain
Assuming that my guests have half a brain
I’ll feed their minds with Schrödinger…

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