Well, I told many of you via fb that I was, again, doing NoPoWriMo and nudged a few of you in that direction. However, I didn't start on time. I could give you a number of good reasons (or excuses) but the truth is I couldn't remember how to get on my blog site! So what good a blog site to spread the word and publicise events if I haven't used it for twelve months? And, of course, I now have seven poems to write. So here goes:
Day 1 - prompt is "Triolet"
A Lovely Day
He whistled as he swaggered down the street
Unaware of the driving rain
His thoughts on love and the girl he was to meet
He whistled as he swaggered down the street
For she had turned his whole world upside down
He couldn’t wait to see her once again
He whistled as he swaggered down the street
Unaware of the driving rain
Day 2 - prompt is poem about songs from the year I was born
April Fool
I was born on April first, an April fool
The only songs I found were about a mule,
A reindeer, and riders in the sky,
Why?
Day 3 - prompt "Epithalamium"
The Wedding
The wedding was planned for eleven
and the church was alive with sweet flowers
which draped from the pews, spilled forth from the font
and appeared to grow from the bowers.
Diaphanous frocks and their owners
drifted past on a perfumed breeze
as the guest and invited partners
sank quietly to their knees.
From "the Gods" the choir shuffled gently
as harmonious chords filled the air,
the organist flicked several switches
on an organ so old it was rare.
Then, from the back of the church and the darkness
the bride cruised the aisle with her Dad,
as her Mother blew into a tissue
so happy, so proud, oh so sad.
For the daughter she'd loved for a lifetime
and who'd lived with her all of her life,
had finally left home that morning,
and soon would be somebody's wife.
Day 4 - prompt "writing the Blues" (animals and sadness usually or is that folk?!)
Dog Gone
My dog fell down a mine shaft late on Tuesday night
Yes, my dog fell down a mine shaft late on Tuesday
And if he aint alive tomorrow I’ll die too
He’s been down there a whining and a yelping
Man, he’s been down there a whining and a yelping
He won’t be coming back, broke his doggarn back
So I’m digging this grave out front to fit us both
So I’m digging this grave out front to fit us both
‘cos he was my best friend and I was his
Day 5 - prompt "Opening Day" (can't say this is a prompt for me to follow this time so here's one on negativity instead)
Half Empty
I didn't find him repulsive nor his skin
too pale and damp, I didn't see him
as lacking in all I desired
neither did I feel the entrapment
that forthcoming motherhood
had brought to my door
I did not view my future with uncertainty
my present with sadness,
nor my past with regret
wherever today takes me I know I shall
not be unhappy, confident in the knowledge
that I had not made the wrong choice
Day 6 - prompt "Animals"
THE DOMESTIC CAT
I’ve given much thought to the reason why
A cat’s thumbs are the wrong way around
It could be for balance when walking a fence
Insurance against hitting the ground
But if this was the case, the whole feline race
Would similarly be designed
So they’re no help at all to protect from a fall
So another purpose I need to find
I won’t get depressed
I’ll take another wild guess
Dispersing this ominous gloom,
I know! … they’re such clean creatures
These newly formed features
Are for holding aloft a vacuum
Or the abridged version
Cats are such clean little creatures
Their deftly formed features
Are indeed the most purrfect boon
For the fussiest cat can keep a clean flat
As his thumbs can hold a vacuum
Day 7 - prompt is a colour - poetic choice here producing a variety of colours - another cheery poem!
ROTTING FLOWERS
Don’t leave flowers at the road side
You don’t even know my name
You are a total stranger
And in this accident take no blame
Don’t leave flowers at the road side
Where they will die, just like me
Are they here as a sign of respect
For all the world to see?
Because, if they are, I say again
You don’t even know my name
Take your flowers away with you
Pretend you never came
................ and now I'm up to speed
Day 8 - prompt is "outside"
THE END OF DAY
Heading west with the setting sun,
flocks of rose-coloured sheep fill the sky.
On the ground, shadows lengthen as
the last of the honey bees make their way home.
A calmness settles over the earth;
Another miracle draws to a close.
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