Well, National Poetry Writing Month was fun, and occasionally irritating 😅 but I’m really glad to have got myself back into writing poetry. I’ve missed it and it’s been great to immerse myself in it again.
The majority of the poems I wrote this month are piles of shite, not gonna lie. But there’s potential enough in some of them that, with more time, I can hopefully go back, dig through the shite, and make something more polished out of them later.
At least it’s also forced me to keep this blog active for a month as well. So, all in all, yeah this has been a good challenge for me, and I’m happy that my love of poetry is reignited. 😁
Incidentally, I think my favourites are:
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Decided to finish of with a sonnet because I realised I hadn’t done one all month, and I’ve missed them. They’re a very fun kind of poem to write, I’ve always found. 🙂
A Sonnet of the Platonic Variety
You, who have never truly let me down,
will always have the perfect words to say;
with instant ease you’ll swivel round a frown
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So for my penultimate poem, I decided to have a go at my favourite poetry form, the Villanelle. I’m not hugely happy with it but I think there might be something here I can work with at a later date.
Left on Read
I awkwardly asked you, six days ago
with silence in response as they’ve gone by.
Please can’t you just reply and tell me “No”.
I’m sorry if I’ve at all caused you woe
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When I get around to sleeping,
I do so with a soft-toy tiger
who goes by the name of Cuddles.
He’s not especially that handsome
anymore; his fur’s a pretty
sickly yellow, and his stripes are all
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I hate how I still miss you. I hate that
it still hurts me. I hate my own mind, and
my heart as well I suppose, for still not
completely letting go of you. I hate
my own thoughts for still including you at
least once a day for more than a year
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I want that feeling your throat gets from cold water
hitting it after a long dry day, but I want
it for my brain. I want that same sensation of
pores opening and soaking in every inch
of icy hydration but for the parched soil
of my mind. I need my psyche to gulp down all
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It’s not that I don’t like the crusts,
or eat them just because needs-must,
they’re simply first to reach my mouth,
be swallowed down, then taken south.
I also do, I will admit
like them the very smallest bit
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The days seem now to be so very brief
becoming little more than just the space
we try to fill between brushing our teeth
and make meaningful enough to still face
ourselves each morning, with our toothbrushes
in hand. There’s so little time to do things
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You are all awkward energy
and anytime I might glance at
you, my face decides to smile
a few beats before my mind has
even realised it wants to.
I think in part it’s your speech, with
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Not much of
it, but some of
it to drown out the
sounds of emptiness that
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