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NaPoWriMo Day 13

Non-Apology for Brother

To my dearest brother,
You seem to have misplaced your mate,
With your eyes glued to the screen,
He was free to take my bait.
Don’t worry, dear brother,
We don’t think it’s that bad.
I simply won’t apologise,
I’ll take good care of the lad,
Don’t blame me, dear brother,
He’s simply meant to be my mister.
Your friendship will defeat this.
Love from your naughty sister!

In response to the NaPoWriMo Non-Apology challenge found here

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NaPoWriMo Day 12

Wait for You Triolet

I shall stand here and wait.
For you, the train will come soon.
I hope it won’t be late.
I shall stand here and wait,
For the arrival of my soul mate.
I have counted every moon.
I shall stand here and wait
For you. The train will come soon.

In response to the NaPoWriMo Triolet challenge found here

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NaPoWriMo Day 5

Windmill Whispers

The white windmill of languor is a ferris wheel,
Gently spinning, slicing up melodies.
Soft tunes that my eyes can… hear?
They will be silenced.
These old green flowerless meadows taste fresh,
And smell like the indoor aroma of a kitchen.
It makes Nora feel uneasy,
So she shapeshifts into a kitten.
Everybody has a pre-disposed phobia of cats,
Even this place, Youthful Meadows.
I digress, back to the windmill…
If the windmill oscillates faster,
It must prefer the higher wind speeds.
Carpe Diem; the windmill is seizing the heck out of today.
“Ignore-her-Nora!”
The unhinged windmill mutes the tune to whisper my nickname.

Image credit: pixabay.com

This seemingly random poem is in response to the NaPoWriMo list challenge found here

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NaPoWriMo Day 4

My Earliest Nightmare

It was a sepia-toned, washed out world.
I hid in the bushes with my friend.
We peeped between the leaves,
If only the dream had seemed pretend.

Fear crawled across our faces,
As we saw the unfamiliar car.
A convertible with glinting handles,
On a door which was slightly ajar.

I was transfixed on the windows,
Watching a presence emerge, gradually.
I squinted as the shadow took shape,
To see an eye. Staring back at me.

In response to the NaPoWriMo Dream Challenge found here

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NaPoWriMo Day 3

Leaving Home Echoes

I was sixteen- ready to leave my blanket behind.
A time to make extreme choices in the blink of an eye.
My self-esteem led me to a place with no morality.
Somewhere to find solace, be selfish, renew vitality.

I was mauled at home, nailed to the wall.
They were so narrow-minded, they thought I’d fall.
Wanted me to stay forever in my baby basket.
It remains a past I never want to salvage.

No time for second glances, time would not slow down.
My mother snarled- “petulant child” became her slogan.
In my defence, I was determined to make my future brighter.
No bitter feelings over being called a blighter.

My quarrels with mother were like choral feuds.
Not in the same way as carols echo around the piano.
All I wanted was to exceed expectations.
Now I can never diffuse the situation.

Forever defined by my defaced reputation.

In response to the NaPoWriMo homophones challenge found here

40 words: extreme, esteem, sixteen, exceed, blanket, blinked, blackout, basket, selfish, shellfish, salvage, solace, gnarled, nailed, snarled, mauled, vitality, finality, morality, fatality, slogan, slowing, second, soaking, blighter, bitter, brighter, blinder, diffuse, deface, defence, defines, petulant, patient, vigilant, prevalent, quarrel, choral, carol, coral

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NaPoWriMo Day 2

The Dingle

Hidden behind the hedges,
The path diverts between the trees.
Slip beneath the branches,
Inhale Shrewsbury’s breeze.

At first glance – colours.
Petals of each fragrance of the rainbow.
Tiered, arranged beautifully,
Still, the character of a meadow.

Stroll along the gravel,
Through a circular maze,
Skirting around a pool of water,
Where a misty fountain sprays.

The Dingle is a paradise,
Barely a few steps west
Of the chaotic town centre.
A wondrous place to rest.

Image credit: Borrowed from azureseadesign’s Instagram found here

In response to the NaPoWriMo location challenge found here

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NaPoWriMo Day 1

A Typed Self-Portrait

Typing tenderly crafted creations,
Using a thesaurus to find
Seemingly powerless words,
To reflect the visions in my mind.

The tapping of the keys,
In sync with the buzz in my head.
The rhythm of my thoughts,
Captured before they could have fled.

I’m an introverted thinker,
Mostly as quiet as a mouse.
My keyboard is my solace,
A voice when I can’t leave my house.

In response to the NaPoWriMo metaphorical self-portrait challenge found here