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Napowrimo

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Too much 

procrastination, 

too little motivation. 

Things really can’t  

get worse.

I have not writ 

one single word 

much less a line or verse.
Day 4 Poem? 1

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Missing you

Checking the chat app

Everyday, wond’ring

Do you do that too?

Four things

He needed four things, he said. “You, me, a bed and a day.” It sounded simple, but she knew better. Even if they could find a day, there would be no bed. And she wasn’t fooling herself. They could barely manage an hour together before he was called away. A whole day was a pipe dream. Still, it was a lovely dream, so she allowed herself to believe in it, just for a little while.

Twice tasted

This month is Post-it Note Poetry Month, a very informal challenge designed to be a fun way to get people writing. There is no pressure, just an invite to write something small enough to fit on a post-it, everyday for the month. 

I have joined in for the past 2 years but this year has proved difficult and I don’t quite know why. There is a lot going on at the moment and my writing has suffered. Not that I am a serious writer, in that I don’t make a living at it, it’s my hobby. I do it for pleasure and the pleasure hasn’t been there lately. 

So I have not managed even a bad post-it poem everyday. However, I did manage this one inspired by a rosehip I spotted still clinging on against the odds in February.

It seemed a good fit for the Daily Post Photo Challenge.

Post-It Note Poetry 2017

‚ÄčWeekly Photo Challenge

Science Explained by a Scientist to a Poet.

What’s so good about science? I asked.

Atomic lego, you said. You said it sheepishly not quite meeting my eye.
It’s like building the universe with bricks, you said.

And you talked, of benzine rings and elements,
Carbons and hydrocarbons, oxygens and nitrogens.

And the words tumbled out from your mouth
Your hands scooping them up to mould them into
Something a poet might grasp.

And then,
Have you paper? Yes?
It’s like this…

And out they came. Diagrams spreading across the page like spider webs.
Organic.

And you talked of ratios and rules. Of complex formulae.
Your eyes, bright, held mine.
It’s just like Lego, you said. Only the right pieces fit together.

A bit like you and I. You said.

Talking…

Conversation. This is how it goes; I say something, then you say something. Ideally the thing you say would be related to the thing I said, but it’s possible that you’d respond with something random. The key then would be for me to absorb it and bounce it back to you, building a rally of somethings between us. Otherwise it’s just me batting words against a wall and that’s not a conversation, that’s a monologue. 

It’s a while since I had something on Paragraph Planet though to be fair it’s a while since I submitted too. This was dashed off in frustration at various people who either never respond or just never really listen… It was featured on the website on Sat 7th Jan 2017.

The Dark

The day came when the darkness rose and those we loved turned against us. There was no rhyme or reason to who was chosen. The great and the good were turned while the most heinous criminal was spared. We learned to trust no one. We feared everyone. Our world was changed forever.

Weekly Photo Challenge: transmogrify

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