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NaPoWriMo Day 18

Ode to Bobbing Boats

Oh, the gently bobbing boat,
With your sturdy deck and sail,
Guiding us, on the choppy sea.
You ride the waves, and navigate,
To mystical lands.
You create rippling swirls,
Bubbles and undulations,
Through the water.
Keeping my spirits afloat,
Oh, the gently bobbing boat.

In response to the NaPoWriMo ode to simple pleasures challenge found here

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NaPoWriMo Day 17

Tape Deck Travels

The lousy tape deck jittered on long journeys.
Playing a spitting, muffled sound.
The interference would go unnoticed,
We were used to noise in the background.

It would always remember where you left off,
You could never find the start of a song.
Abrupt ends would tumble into new beginnings.
Again, we were unaware it sounded wrong.

When you got to the end of the tape,
You would have to remember to rewind it.
Or else the next journey would begin with:
Click… Again, we didn’t mind it.

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In response to the NaPoWriMo forgotten technology challenge found here

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NaPoWriMo Day 14

Ode to Poetry

Oh, how a poem’s rhythm feels,
It pulses through your body as you speak.
It lifts right off the pages and reveals,
A story any reader wants to tweak.
I read anthologies as a child,
Wore out all the bindings.
I remember annotating one in school,
Filled it with magical findings.
Finding the beat always appeals,
Oh, how a poem’s rhythm feels.

In response to the NaPoWriMo Inspiration challenge found here

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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 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.
The unhinged windmill mutes the tune to whisper my nickname.

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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

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