Reverse Trend – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 30 (to prompt)

For this last day of thirty, I wanted to end strong,
So, it is quite exciting, this challenge taken on,
I nearly didn’t do it, it created quite a storm,
But I’m almost there I think, as I see a poem form.

To make the brain work backwards, thinking like a pup,
This is really hard to do, as I work my way back up,
I’m trying to write to prompt, is it working, yes or no?
The final day, day thirty, for this year’s NaPoWriMo.

It really is quite strange, so difficult to ensure,
That all the words now flow, I really can’t be sure,
As I write from the bottom, this poem to a trend,
Is this the beginning or is it now the end?


The final prompt for NaPoWriMo 2015:
“Today, I challenge you to write a poem backwards. Start with the last line and work your way up the page to the beginning.”

So I did! Phew! I see I’ve repeated the last day of thirty so I think this must be important to my subconscious! 🙂

Congratulations to all of us who made the thirty!

And to those excellent poets who write one or more poems everyday – whether during April or not – my undying admiration! 🙂

Thanks to NaPoWriMo for all the prompts and resources and to all of you who have read, liked and commented on my efforts – you all kept me going! – a HUGE thank you and much appreciation.

I hope this is just the beginning of the new relationships started; and to all who have been following for a while now, so happy to have all of you along.
Your presence makes the lonely writing space infinitely less small, alone and much more fun!

We have a long weekend here in SA (as maybe in many other parts of the world!), so, if we don’t touch in during the weekend, have a great one and,…see you all next week! 🙂


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A Moment in Time – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 29

Lunar sunshine glows across a hapless horizon
Silver threads hold to the tapestry below
Weaving patterns of eternal bliss
As you sit observing
Silent in your perfection
Absorbed in your reflection
Aware of your imperfection
Self shining through


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Bridge of Time – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 28 (to prompt)

I went from ‘here’ to ‘there’ in the blink of an eye
So fast that sides were not seen
Let alone touched
If there were even sides
Which I’m not sure there were.

I don’t know
One moment ‘here’, the next, ‘there’

But now ‘there’ is ‘here’
So where is here?
And be quick
Before this ‘here’ becomes a past ‘there’
You know, where I was then
In the past
When I knew which was ‘there’ and ‘here’
Where there was a difference
Before the bridge
Took it all away
Jumping water, crossing valley
Bridging time
‘Here’ to ‘there’

Dang, there it goes
Now we’re’ there’, not ‘here’ anymore
Or has ‘there’ now become ‘here’?

Yep, we’re here now
Not ‘there’
‘There’ has happened
Or is it still to come?

Maybe we should just stay on the bridge
Perpetually in between ‘there’ and ‘here’
Ha! Now that will take some courage
I wonder if it’s even possible
To be neither ‘here’ nor ‘there’
Simply ‘Now’
Or is that ‘here’
Or, once it’s past, ‘there’?

Maybe ‘here’ and ‘there’ are really everywhere
All at one time
The here and now
The there and now

But then, who needs a bridge?


The prompt for today: “to write a poem about bridges. A bridge is a powerful metaphor, and when you start looking for bridges in poems, you find them everywhere. Your poem could be about a real bridge or an imaginary or ideal bridge. It could be one you cross every day, or one that simply seems to stand for something larger – for the idea of connection or distance, for the idea of movement and travel and new horizons.”

Do hope you enjoy my effort! My brain is still fuzzed! 🙂


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Last Breath – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 27 (to prompt!)

with me
through the garden,

my hand,
prevent my fall,

the process
through it all,

with me
on the patio,

Watch birds playing
Catch last breath


Today’s prompt: “It’s the hay(na)ku)….a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem.” Maureen directs us to Vince Gotera who ends his with a couplet of three words per line to create a hay(na)ku sonnet. Simple yet effective, yes?


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A Scribe’s Thoughts – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 26

I can but write,
A being resonated
By quill scratching parchment,
Returning symbols left from other times,
Drying in disparate worlds,
Vying with variant thoughts,
Consolidating contrasting words.

Ah, ’tis but a strange propensity
Of immense longing,
This need to fulfill,
This drive beyond my Will,
That puts my hand to Shake,
Drives deeper than I could Speare,
And, through the being,
Take what plays before me
And throw it to the world.

Dogs take the tidbits,
Man the meaning,
God the soul.

Would it were not so.


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Words – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 25

Mind the words you’re using,
Trip you up they may,
In thought or speech or writing,
The word creates a way.

Upbeat, downbeat, drumming,
However they come through,
The effect they have expressing,
Creates the person….you!


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Fiery Eyes – NaPoWrimo 2015 – Day 24 (out of prompt)

I came to see, I know not why,
Just following a sparkle in your eye.
Times gone past, times to come,
A feeling life has just begun.

Elementary infinitesimal foundations
Enticed into being,
Seduced to formations
Of exquisite perception,
Sourced in the very fires
Of your eyes.

Now, I know why I came to see…

And why I stay.


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Heart to Heart – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 23

We Search
For a Spark of
Credible Creativity,

Yet all I really want,
Is for my Heart
To Touch


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Leaves Leave – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 22 (to prompt)

Leaves leave home
Ripped away by
Autumn breezes
Along cooler streets
Whipping up orphans
Lying bereft, forlorn
Dying on the floor
Of the world
Melting into pools
Of future life
Returning to Earth
As the mother calls
Her children home
For the winter
Burning to nourish
To protect, to provide
Until the sun returns
Springing life into being
From the Gaian womb
All safe, all sound
All perfect
As natural as the Whispering Breeze.


Today, Earth Day,the prompt is: “to write a “pastoral” poem.Traditionally, pastoral poems involved various shepherdesses and shepherds talking about love and fields, but yours can really just be a poem that engages with nature.”
I hope you enjoy my effort! 🙂

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Chaucer in short! – NaPoWrimo 2015 – Day 21 (to prompt)

Folk and pilgrimes ride,
Shortly spoken, made to rise,
While time and space,
This tale pace,
To tellen you
The condition, what they were
A knight, a worthy man, firste began


The prompt today is ‘erasure’ – “taking a pre-existing text and blacking out or erasing words, while leaving the placement of the remaining words intact.”
I have changed it somewhat by moving the words but the original is below and I have italicized the words there.

The page is page 3 of Chaucer’s Prologue to The Canterbury Tales:

Of sondry folk, by aventure yfalle
In felawship, and pilgrimes were they alle,
That toward Canterbury wolden ride.
The chambres and the stables weren wide,
And wel we weren esed atte beste.
And shortly, whan the sonne was gon to reste,
So hadde I spoken with hem everich on,
That I was of hir felawship anon,
And made forword erly for to rise,
To take onre way ther as I you devise.
But natheles, while I have time and space,
Or that I forther in this tale pace,
Me thinketh it accordant to reson,
To tellen you alle the condition
Of eche of hem, so as it semed me,
And whiche they weren, and of what degre;
And eke in what araie that they were inne:
And at a knight than wol I firste beginne.

A knight ther was, and that a worthy man,
That fro the time that he firste began

I think I have ended up with more a synopsis of the work than a poem! Ah well – twas fun, ere the twilight shun! 🙂