Happy Easter! (if you’re celebrating) No Easter prompt, but instead: letter-writing.
This letter’s too late
To say what I should have said
But know I love you
This letter’s too late
To tell you I understand
And I love you, too
Letters never sent
Words whispered alone at night
So they cross over
Tech issues that don’t solve themselves – are not today’s prompt. Instead: a portrait.
You called me
I tried to be
We sometimes are
I want us to be
What is so special
They ask me
Failing to comprehend
I was lost in this world
You gave me guidance
And the occasional whisky
What do you see in him
Failing to look themselves
Behind the brooding mask
Behind the show of force
That only I can see
That won’t heal
No matter what you say
You are elusive
Impossible to catch
In ways I can’t explain
Everything I ever wanted
Without knowing it
So this is it, folks. The final day of NaPoWriMo (with my “traditional” round-up post planned for tomorrow). It’s been one long walk. Cause it wasn’t one hell of a ride.
Anyway, today’s final prompt is: “translate” a foreign language poem. For which I’ve chosen Yr Olwyn Lonydd (“the wheel track” – maybe) (to be found here), a Welsh poem by Susan May who, I should mention, only learned Welsh as an adult and has already won prizes for her poetry. Now, my own Welsh consists of a few words and phrases, so I decided to translate the words in each line I know and make up the rest (and keep the rhymes). I hope Susan May is okay with that (and the kitschy-ness)…
Old is the world now, and you
The feeling to me, still brand new
Time has flown, the years have passed
My share of happiness, it cannot last
In olden days, when love was not
An ice-cold shiver, never forgot
I never questioned, never rebelled
Never knew of the wonders that life held
As time got older, my pain it grew
My brothers gone and now you, too
My life, perpetual misery
Will I never be set free?
Come back to me, my love, I wait
Let’s put aside our fights, the hate
Forgiveness may be hard to find
But I can’t leave it all behind
I will wait until the end of days
When you’re long gone, I’ll sing your praise
Of olden love that I destroyed
Until the day I face the void
Tomorrow’s the last day of NaPoWriMo? Already? (asks the girl who wasn’t sure whether she’d participate at all a month ago)
Today’s prompt: a poem about specific memories.
I remember the sound of the waves hitting the shore
I remember the first spider web wetted by dew
I remember the first step on grass and the first step on sand
I remember the first time you looked at me. It was in horror.
I remember the first question I ever asked. It was “Why?”
I remember the first bite of peanut butter. The creamy kind.
I remember how I fell in love with you
I don’t want to fall out of it
Hi there! Just returned from a book signing – sadly, it wasn’t my book. But who knows what the future will bring…
Today’s poetry prompt: a story – told backwards.
Now I’m stuck here
No supporters left
Pretender my first name
I thought I had the answers
Leaving you behind
They threatened your life
Attacking each other
Life down here got maddening
All of us cast out
Yes, it was my fault
Not long until the end of the month. Courage, people, courage.
Today’s prompt: very long lines! (or maybe: a haiku in each line?)
Have I heard that right, you want to experience something you never have?
Will my dream come true, will you finally ask me, is my wait over?
Please don’t make me wait, I have suffered long enough, I know you want it.
All pain is now gone, my life filled with joy once more, and all thanks to you.
The last days of April – although right now I just want the month to be over so we can finally move into spring (aka warmth).
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: A call and response poem.
How are you?
You know I’m fine.
Of course he’s not.
What’s the next step?
Read some books.
Ask him out, for heaven’t sake.
What do you want me to do?
Nothing in particular.
To admit that you love him.
Do you want me to stay?
If you want to.
Just take off your clothes, damnit.
We hear you talking
But we see your face
We know you’re lying
And we’re sick of it
It might take courage
But we know you’re brave
Come on, just say it
You know that we’ll cheer
Monday? Are you sure? *yawn*
The end is nigh, dear poets – well, at least the end of NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt: a poem incorporating an already existing line.
The rose in the deeps of my heart
Blossoms only to fade
For my love that is eternal
Is hindered by humanity’s open grave
All the sorrow and pain I have known
Waiting for you to finally see
Has frozen my heart, making me numb
Now it may already be too late
You don’t care
And I have cried
One tear too many
Over something not to be
Still I’m unable to let you go
Even if you should be ready
To stop this madness
Is there any other way than death?
“Inspired” (I only knew the title), of course, by William Butler Yeats The Rose in the Deeps of His Heart.
It’s the last Sunday of NaPoWriMo already? Admittedly, I’m not overly creative this year, but this still makes me sad…
Anyways, today’s prompt is mix and match poetic and quotidian language. Which will only prove that my English vocabulary is limited to the quotidian. So I’ll mix and match scholarly and everyday English. Don’t expect a masterpiece.
Momma check the paradigm
Like, when critique will hit the streets
Ain’t no identity for killer jeans
Up to speed with critique
BAE’s physicality galore
In other words
One whiskey too much
It’s raining outside, and while I’m eagerly awaiting the Doctor’s new companion, I noticed I still need to complete today’s poetry challenge.
Today’s prompt: a sonnet. Of course. I’m ditching the iambs right away because I always fail at meters, but I think it’s high time I wrote a rhyming poem for NaPoWriMo.
Would mortality be blessing or doom?
What if my life ends when it’s in full bloom?
But to think I had to mourn everyone
For billions of years long after they’re gone
Surely I would miss to hear the birds sing
But when I’m gone I won’t notice a thing
Could I live without your beautiful voice?
Which path to take now that I have a choice?
In the end, does it matter what I do?
For all that counts for me is always you.