Pride Sijo

Every golden mane uniformly strides across the grassy plain
By both nature and by name, they are a pride and proud to be
Belonging to the pack, their home, no anonymity.

In response to Ronovan Writes’ Sijo Challenge 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!

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

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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.

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.

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NaPoWriMo Day 23

… And Froglet

True, Earth’s poetry has no end.
Even by the water’s edge
Where moss clings to banks, and tadpoles wedge
For shelter, on the river bend
Beneath a shimmer, as the ripples blend.
When summer halts spring’s final sledge
The tadpoles, they make their pledge,
Huddling until their legs extend.
The resplendence of earth shall never deplete.
Even at night, when darkness creeps,
When chilling winds surf broken soil,
Brilliance is not lost, for the moon’s fleet
Skates on reeds and grass which sweeps.
The froglets find no sign of spoil.

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

I chose to respond to John Keats’ “On the Grasshopper and Cricket”, a beautiful poem exploring the never-ending “poetry” of nature.

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NaPoWriMo Day 22

An Heir is a Son

Sorry princess,
But you still have toenails to paint,
Magazines to read,
Hair to style,
And a girl’s life to lead.
“He’s only despondent as he wanted an heir”.
An excuse for neglect, forgetting she’s there.
Treading on her life with metonymy.
Stunting her growth, the person she wants to be.
An heir is a son,
Would he add to your life?
Not like your daughter.
For her, you lack strife,
As she is no heir.

In response to the twenty-second “metonymy” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net

A perfect excuse to rant. Whatever “saying” you use to belittle someone, their life still exists, and they have to deal with the pain.

With inspiration from Uvri Kumbhat’s essay about mangoes.

NaPoWriMo Day 21

The Fire Alarm

There was a man with no charm,
Who bought himself a fire alarm,
And with that fire alarm he chose,
He bought himself a fire hose.
And with that fire hose he took,
He bought himself a fire truck.
And with that fire truck he got,
He devised himself a clever plot.
And with his clever plot, his charm
Could be restored with a fire alarm.
And with the fire alarm, he rose,
And grabbed hold of his fire hose.
And with that fire hose he snuck,
Into the back of his fire truck.
And when that truck arrived on site,
His little face oozed with delight.
And with that gleam upon his face,
He made the whole crowds’ hearts race.

In response to the twenty-first “There was a Man of Double Deed” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net

Inspired by the anonymous nursery rhyme entitled “There was a Man of Double Deed”.

NaPoWriMo Day 19

Little Pot of Courage

Hopeless.
Nothing more than a self-pitying agoraphobe.
Lazing upon a little pot of courage
With a lid I claim is too tight to probe.
I can be fierce- I have seen it before.
If only I could loosen this thieving blighter.
Perhaps it is the fault of my own sweaty palms,
But I’m certain this fearful kitten is a fighter.

In response to the nineteenth “humourous rant” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net

NaPoWriMo Day 18

Removing Love’s Mask

“Please stay, I love you”
Tossing rose blossom before your eyes,
Filling your stomach with fluttering flies,
Echoing whispered tunes in your ears,
And causing your skin to absorb all the tears.
Pounding your heart at a marathon rate,
Rattling your joints, wavering your gait.
Drying your mouth, clouding your brain.
Tickling your nerves, interrupting the pain.
Place a finger over the verbal attack
And tell them “I don’t love you back”.
Don’t give love power to enshroud the blue.
Lie to remove love’s mask,
Starve the cycle, and relieve you.

In response to the eighteenth “poemcrazy” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net

I chose the chapter title: “Lying to tell the truth” from Susan G. Wooldridge’s “Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words” as inspiration.