NaPoWriMo Day 28

Busy, as usual. Today’s prompt: skeltonic. 

Easy pie

May soon die

As down I lie

To taste some rhye

Where does it lead

This humming beat

To dancing sound

All year around

(does it work that way? Probably not)


NaPoWriMo Day 14

Remember folks: you don’t find friends with salad, erh, poetry 😉

Today’s prompt: a clerihew. 

Buffy Summers

Yielded weapons of force

Closed the hellmouth

Only her love went south


NaPoWriMo Day 13

I should write an emoji poem some day… Today’s prompt: ghazal

In this garden, I thread lightly where ashes bloom.
If I don’t pay attention, my feet will burn where ashes bloom. 

I’ve seen the world fall apart when I looked into your eyes. 
The skies were crumbling into the darken sea where ashes bloom. 

A million screams like roaring thunder burst my ears. 
I sink to my knees, crying, where ashes bloom. 

(I call this the bleak period)


NaPoWriMo Day 10

Double digits already? By the way, many problems have a tendency to solve themselves. Which lend itself to today’s prompt: the Bop.

I’m not a man of fear
Danger is a challenge
To be conquered
But every once in a while
I feel myself plunge
Into deepest horror

Where only darkness waits

I’ve never been truly free
Fear was waiting for me
Even surrounded by merriness
All I saw was horror
I never fought it
That strength I never had
In the face of utter despair
I break down and cry

Where only darkness waits

You didn’t change all that
Your fire isn’t that bright
But in your warm embrace
In your warm eyes
I find that glimmer of hope
That lets me hold on

Where only darkness waits

(yeah, not a problem that solves itself – I like to mislead you)


NaPoWriMo Day 9

The muse is off work on Sundays, too, in case you were wondering. Today’s prompt: a nine line poem

How pretty you are

Like a gemstone on the shore

A poem devised by God

How bold you are

An everlasting challenge

High like a mountain

How sad you are

Behind your sparkling blue eyes

A seas of memories


NaPoWriMo Day 8

Feeling better, but still uninspired… Today: repetitions. Some people think they’re bad style, which is a total mystery to me. 

And I’m like

What if the world is a square

And I’m like

Do rabbits like the night sky

And I’m like

Peaches should be blue or teal

And I’m like

What’s the ocean’s middle name

And I’m like

I like you so much

I keep rambling like a river

Like a stream with no end

But I like you

I like you more

Than just like


NaPoWriMo Day 4

Still not healthy, but work (and NaPo) waits for no-one. Today’s prompt: something hidden. 

Dividing people

And overcome by people

Have we learned nothing?

(Answer: The Berlin wall. Or any wall that should crumble to the ground)


NaPoWriMo Day 3

Of course, it has to be an elegy. And I won’t mourn my good health which went missing yesterday. Too easy. 

Drip Drip

I loved you

Drip Drip

The vastness

The sheer space

Drip Drip

The possibilities

The flair

The chic

Drip Drip

Flooring squeaking

As I thread lightly

To my bed

Drip Drip

Walls staying warm

Even in winter

Drip Drip

And now

I even miss

The always dripping tap

Drippety Drip


NaPoWriMo Day 2

Still going strong (?). Today’s prompt: a poem about a recipe. Or food. Mmmh… (I might add that it’s dinner time around here)

One potatoe

And yet more

Spice me, cover me


Butter to blend

Cream for the taste

Milk, instant soup

To grow in the oven

As yellow turns brown

The hour passes by

Potatoe gratin

You won’t survive