Clock

This is brought to you by the Writing Wednesday prompt, “time.”Thinking about time always gives me a small existential crisis, so happy reading to you!!


Hands: running in circles,
Unable to turn backwards.

Roman numerals reveal the hour,
Gesturing toward its lateness.

Is every half-an-hour announced
With the sound of a cuckoo?

round black wooden analog table clock on black surface
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Unasked, Unanswered

I never put trigger warnings in my posts, but I will for this one. TW: mental illness, suicide
This was inspired by the official NaPoWriMo prompt, which is “to write a poem that poses a series of questions” (I hope this fits) and also the Weekly Scribblings prompt about liminal space. In case you’re wondering, I actually feel better after writing this. I thought maybe I shouldn’t post, but I couldn’t resist responding to 2 prompts at once. 🙂


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A Day in April

What happens when a survivor
Wants to stop surviving?
This piece of identity
Crumbling

What happens when the birds
Make her so happy,
But their songs fly
Like their wings?

What happens is, even when
April is new-born and sunny,
There is an understanding
Of what Eliot meant

When he said April is the cruelest month.

 

This is so not the poem I intended to write, but life has a way of throwing stuff at us, right? Hooray for being able to respond to NaPoWriMo day 23 and the Weekly Scribblings at PSU.

Miracles

This is a last-minute poem for Linda’s paint-chip poetry this week. It’s not really a narrative poem but uses 4 of the words.

If you have faith as a mustard seed,
Although it won’t be easy-peasy,
You can against all odds succeed.

Sky-high can reach a skyscraper,
From some metal and scaffolding,
Reality grown from a drawing on paper.

Maybe you can even, under mistletoe,
Receive a kiss one festive Christmas,
Meeting that kismet, standing on tiptoe.

Impatience

For this prompt about the passing of time and for FOWC: Prodigious.


Time’s prodigious pace
Slows. Significantly.
When you wish it would speed.

Time runs wildly
During those moments
Which make you the most happy:

Time flies by;
Soon you must leave
The dear one by your side.

Wait as the world
Spins several more times,
‘Til you see each other again.

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Day 6

NaPowriMo 2021, day 6. I’m not particularly happy with anything I wrote today. I had a difficult day, so most of the poems reflect that. I try to keep things positive or at least have them end on a hopeful note. So I guess I can thank my friends for helping get me out of the pit  (or, I can thank my “crew” so that I can link to FOWC 🙂 ). I am going to cheat a little bit and post this thing I wrote 5 days ago about the sunset:

Vespertine sunset colors
Sky into a celebration:
A last hurrah,
A gorgeous evening gown,
So costly and only
Worn once