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This Summer

Like the deciduous tree,
You will regain your leaves this summer,
And every year thereafter.
You will have life again,
As you will reside in my memories.
With every smile,
I will think of you,
And wish I could see
Your reaction too.
I will remember you also
With every tear,
I know how it felt to hold your hand,
And I will hope that you are near.

In memory of my mum.

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His Eyes

I remember when I was told:
“Do trust the eyes but not the smile,
When he leads you down the aisle”.
Those words were worth their weight in gold,
Smooth to the touch but mighty cold.
It sent a shiver down my spine,
Even though all appeared fine.
His smile was pure but not his eyes,
They whispered I should compromise,
Our futures would never align.

In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge #56 found here

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NaPoWriMo Day 30

Path to Certainty

On the path to certainty,
You’ll find many potholes.
The greenest blades of grass,
May point North, towards your goals,
But amidst the tallest strands,
Grow wicked stinging nettles.
Cross over where dandelion spores disperse,
And turn left when the last seed settles.

Mind the sheer drop.
Try not to hurry.
Stability and security
Fade when there is worry.

In response to the final “directions” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net

It has been an absolute pleasure to participate in NaPoWriMo this year. I am so grateful for the opportunity to converse with fellow poets and explore everyone’s interpretations of each prompt. It has been delightful!

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NaPoWriMo Day 29

Coffee Shop Windows

Looking through coffee shop windows,
I appear to stare at you.
I’m not counting your empty cups,
Nor how many cakes you’ve bit into.
I’m not peering through.
I am too busy gauging my reflection’s identity.
Does she have any prosperity?
I wish I knew.

In response to the penultimate “windows” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net

Image credit: pixabay.com

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NaPoWriMo Day 28

Courage Terza Rima

Why did my courage disappear?
Where did my bravery go?
The day you left me is unclear.

I simply want to know,
Do you intend to return?
Or will I forever be this low?

Is this a habit I can unlearn,
Or will I have to find my self-esteem?
Will the flame inside me burn?

Have I forgotten how to dream?
How can I be rid of fear,
And balance on life’s beam?

In response to the “questions” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net

I am absolutely thrilled to have my poem “Occhiolism” featured today, thank you Maureen!

I chose to write a terza rima today and to question why I am such a nervous person.

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NaPoWriMo Day 27

Occhiolism

The sorry fact is that you are you,
And I am me.
In this experiment we call life,
Your own world is free.
It’s a gift you can’t exchange.
You were born this way.
Every detail of your script
Makes a unique play,
But this is occhiolism,
You can’t extrapolate.
Your mistakes and regrets
Remain a heavy weight,
Keeping you from change,
Obstructing your perceptions.
We are all insignificant,
With no exceptions.

In response to the twenty-seventh “obscure sorrows” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net

I eventually settled on the word “occhiolism” from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.

To paraphrase, occhiolism is the knowledge that your own perceptions are insignificant, as they are inferred from only one experience, and as a result, you will never understand the world.

Image credit: pixabay.com

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NaPoWriMo Day 26

Portly Parakeet

How doth the portly parakeet
Sing that little high note,
And tap his spindly legs and feet,
Beneath his feathered coat!

How humbly they seem to chirp,
How swiftly they click their beaks,
In water he will splash and slurp,
To wash his chubby cheeks!

In response to the twenty-sixth “parody” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net

I chose to write in the same style as Lewis Carroll’s parody “The Crocodile” of Isaac Watts’ “How Doth the Busy Little Bee”.

Image: one of my very own chubby budgies, Finn.

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NaPoWriMo Day 25

On Christmas Day we rise early,
Before the frost resembles dew.
We wrap up in our dressing gowns,
And rush downstairs to view
Golden ribbons wrapped around
The gifts to be exchanged.
We open them with caution,
And hope not to be upstaged.
We roast the turkey shortly after,
Filling the house with a rich aroma.
We carve the turkey at least thrice,
Before the day is over.
Then we gather with the family,
And talk about the year.
That’s what makes Christmas special:
Sharing love; and laughter; and cheer.

In response to the twenty-fifth “occasion” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net

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NaPoWriMo Day 24

Superheroes

You may wonder why you’ve never come across a superhero.
Perhaps you have, in the form of a kid, a nanny or a man named Billy.
They can be identified by a pair of horns,
Their ability to balance on steep cliff faces,
Or feeding on cardboard boxes,
Which they have mistaken for plants.
They make good pets too.

In response to the twenty-fourth “animal replacement” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net

I chose a Wikipedia article on goats and replaced them with superheroes.