Hope – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 14 (to prompt)

You moved me further than I thought to be moved,
I was only trying to follow your groove,
Yet when you found it, you pushed right on through,
I was only trying to reach the real you.

Do you need to push on, am I so hard to find?
Yes, when you hide yourself deep in your mind,
Yet I open myself now, share my heart true,
Through veils and dark wisps I still must push through.

It cannot be so! I give you my all!
Yet make me at times feel so very small,
It just cannot be, you speak surely in jest,
I wish I could feel like that less and less,

This makes no sense, we are only two,
And the one compromising is always who?
We both give way at various times,
Who pulls the strings and who makes the rhymes?

I am surprised, seems you feel we think different,
And now you will stand and puff your belligerence,
I cannot help but be who I am,
Yes, me the lady, and you, you the man.

How on earth does our gender a difference now make?
‘Cause I feel I’m giving whilst you smile and take,
That’s clearly not true, I give you all that I can,
You give me the things that just suit the man.

I cannot fathom what you want from me,
And there is the problem, now plain to see,
Yes, there is the problem, we both can agree,
Oh, why can’t you then be more like me?

And who are you, when you’re at home?
I’m kind and graceful, deep as a tome,
And you seem to see me just rough and ready?
I see you there standing tall, fixed and steady.

So, where’s the problem, what is the fault?
Maybe we’re set with a different default,
I don’t understand, what do you need?
That’s the point, that’s why I plead.

To be loved and cherished, taken care of?
Loved and respected, held like a dove,
Called to roost in a cage, in a nest?
Free to fly, to return home to rest.

But this is your home, this is your nest,
Not with you in it as you are now, you jest,
What of the love we held shiny and new?
I think it has tarnished, overgrown with mildew.

I cannot believe what I’m hearing, what you say,
It’s time to be looking towards a bright new day,
Together, apart, what do you mean?
This is your choice, can you live a new scene?

What’s wrong with this old one, I don’t understand,
I think you just said it, it’s old, worn and bland,
How much must we change to discover this new life?
The fact that you ask cuts like a knife.

Do you mean you’ve been changing whilst I’m standing still?
Right now you must see it just as you will,
And if I make changes will you stand by my side?
So long as you flow and ebb with the tide.

Surely someone must decide just how we must be?
You think you’re qualified to say that for me?
Well, we must make our plans, know the how and the where,
So who will provide when it all becomes air?

I’m trying to make it right for us both,
I know, why I’ve loved you, held onto this boat,
So what now, my love, must I let go control?
It’s just an illusion to capture your soul.

But you have my soul, my soul and my heart,
So, let us, together, make a new start,
Then I must find a new way, the old one won’t do,
And I’ll stand beside you, help us both through.

Can it be like before, like when we first met?
It is just like then, everyday a new bet,
A risk to be taken, comfort falling away,
Moment by moment, new day by new day.

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Today’s prompt is to write a poem using dialogue…and on and on it went! 🙂

For yesterday’s riddle, the poem was about an Easel. Thanks for playing with!  🙂

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Money – Just the Tool – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 8 (to Prompt)

To say that money
Measures wealth, floods life’s meaning,
Could be just naive

In truth, how a tool is used
Cannot be blamed on the tool.

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Today’s prompt – “to write a palinode…a poem in which the poet retracts a statement made in an earlier poem.”

So, looking at yesterday’s Tanka – consider it retracted! 🙂

(okay, I realize this is not an ode (as in palin-ode) but liked the idea of using the same form for the retraction!). Hope you like it?

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Money – NaPoWriMo – Day 7

Oh to be wealthy
Value measured by money
Drowning life’s meaning

Suffused with more than your share
Power and hope in despair

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Today’s prompt – money!

And to add some extra flavour, I have chosen to write a Tanka – not a form I have used before. Does it work?

(Updated the third line to a better flow I think! – thanks to Elizabeth at : 1sojournal)

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Darkness To Dawn – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 6 (to prompt)

I reach for you in the slumbering dawn,
Feel empty sheets, now lost and forlorn,
Sigh as I turn to take up your space,
Recalling your touch, your eyes, your embrace.

I open my sight to this plain, barren place,
Wonder anew how our hearts hold their pace,
Stretched to the limit, beyond mere belief,
As you steal me blind, suck love like a thief.

One moment you’re with me, an overwhelming relief,
The next you are gone, I’m left shattered with grief.
As the sun sinks away and darkness pervades,
You rise up before me, in shadows and shades.

We spend every night with love’s chattels and trades,
Until dawn arises and mocks our charades,
You disappear like a wraith or a ghost,
Leaving me wondering a desolate coast.

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The Prompt today is to write an Aucade – “These are morning poems, about dawn and daybreak. Many aubades take the form of lovers’ morning farewells,” – hope you like my effort! 🙂

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The Moon and The Sea – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 5 (to prompt)

Today’s prompt – “Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you’ve never previously read – and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now, rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem out of it!”
So I have tried! 🙂
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Adapted from The Moon is distant from the Sea – by Emily Dickinson
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The Moon, though distant from the Sea,
With Amber Hands prevents his flee,
Leads Him docile as a Boy
Along appointed Sands, his Joy.

Never missing a Degree,
Obedient to Her plea,
He wades so far toward the Town
Then, just so far, he turns around.

Oh, Signor, you, the Amber Hand,
Lead me through the Docile Sand,
And me the distant Sea,
Obedient to Your slightest plea.

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The Original Poem:
The Moon is distant from the Sea – BY EMILY DICKINSON

The Moon is distant from the Sea –
And yet, with Amber Hands –
She leads Him – docile as a Boy –
Along appointed Sands –

He never misses a Degree –
Obedient to Her eye –
He comes just so far – toward the Town –
Just so far – goes away –

Oh, Signor, Thine, the Amber Hand –
And mine – the distant Sea –
Obedient to the least command
Thine eye impose on me –

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Farewell and Hello! – (NaPoWriMo Day 30!)

And so to the last day of NaPoWriMo! The prompt? To write a poem of farewell.
Of course, this may be the end of April and poetry month,
but tomorrow is a new month and a new day,
so who knows what that may hold for us all?
How very exciting!

Do hope you all enjoy this – and a HUGE Thank You for all the likes and follows.
It is a privilege to have you pop in and say ‘Hi’ and a pleasure to share in your writings.
Long may we all stay bound by our love of words, meaning and purpose.
Hopefully, this is just the beginning…and I’ll see you all tomorrow…or soon! 🙂

So, to the poem:

A breath I breathe,
My final heave,
Farewell to the world.

Spirit’s stress,
Sweet caress,
Life so torn and twirled.

Return I will,
Before the trill
Of night birds singing hurled.

To write my way,
With poem’s sway,
And words so soft and curled.

A New Beginning – (NaPoWriMo Day 29)

Soul-light lights her from within,
On course for target,
Win, win, win!

As arrow from her bow shot forth,
Her love hits home,
Inspires my worth.

She holds me tight, calms my fears,
Fills my being,
Wipes my tears.

Pierces me, my soul shines out,
Opens doors,
Shout, shout, shout!

Ego’s Pride – (NaPoWriMo Day 28)

Ply your trade
Along highways wide
Find a way
Through ego’s pride

Living life from outside in
Accepting all that’s said
Perceptions, expectations
Closing inner dead

Souls cry out in torment
Purpose unfulfilled
Living life in torrents
Meaning often killed

Cases On The Beach – (NaPoWriMo Day 27)

Cases on the beach? I ask,
Where will you sleep tonight?

When the sun goes down, I’ll rest my head,
And there will be my bed,
The soft, white sand my mattress, the stars my silken sheet,
The soft moon’s glow, with soothing beams
Will ease my aching feet.

As the wind begins to whisper and the waves come rolling in,
The music of the Universe will free my soul to sing.
Far and wide I’ll travel before the break of day,
To special places close at hand and others far away.
And, when my work is done in this life we cannot see,
I’ll return to where I left last night to fulfill my destiny,
Pick up my rod and staff and the things I’ve brought along,
And carry on my journey until this day is done,
Taking all life has to offer and giving in return
All I have to offer to complete the sacred turn.

With these words said, he bade me well,
Turned to walk away,
I wished him well, sent him love,
There was nothing I could say,
But I watched him as he walked, steadfastly, on his way,
And often, now, I think of him and all he had to say.
He could not give me answers to the questions that I had,
Yet he gave me all there was to give, all there was to have.
He gave me of his purpose, in the cycle of his time,
And I, in turn, more quietly, gave to him of mine.

So our meeting ended, as all things come to pass,
I presumed, naively, that we had seen our last,
Then I saw him just the other day,
On a different stretch of beach,
He didn’t carry cases, nor did he stay to teach,
He simply raised his hand in greeting,
Smiled a tender smile,
Floated from the soft, white sand,
Hovered singing for a while,
When a blinding beam of light
Encased his shining soul
And he departed from this world of goods
To where – I do not know,
But I know that I shall follow,
One day, as is my turn,
When I have given all that I can give
And taken in return.

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