NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 19 – Found Things

Today’s prompt is to write a poem based on collected things which reminded me of a picture I took a few weeks ago in the middle of packing up my house ahead of a move abroad which is now on hold thanks to the CV-19 induced shutdown.

I am finding
lost joy in found things,
each object saved
from the detritus
of a past life,
a reminder to remember,
to imagine again
past seasons of loving
and of losing. Of losing
oneself in the delight
of being, and feeling.
Each page revisited
is a present from the past
to the present, a tribute
to the loves that
once lived here.

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 18: The Joy In Small Sips

For Day 18 of NaPoWriMo this year, the prompt is to write an ode to life’s small pleasures. My first cup of coffee of the day is one of those for me. Loosely inspired by what is becoming one of my favourite poems, Wendell Berry’s The Peace of Wild Things.

When the darkness of night lifts
and I awake to the dreariness
of existing in this place,
forgetting where Yesterday ends
and Today begins to slip into Tomorrow,
I reach for this worn mug,
its stained sides and chipped edges
reassuring in their durability.
At first light I lose myself
to the muscle memory of returning
and find joy in small sips.

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 17: A Farewell for My Walkman

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to move backwards in time away.. to write a poem that features forgotten technology. For me, it was my first Walkman.

Farewell, Walkman
protector of my ears
and overcomer of my fears
with soothing sounds.
Farewell, Walkman
the opener of my eyes
to worlds unknown,
translator of songs,
from thin tape
to all engulfing sound.
You may have gone
the way of all
frail things
but you live on
in the soundtracks
of my life.

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 15: Dancing In The Rain

Today’s prompt is to write a poem inspired by your favourite kind of music. Here goes, very loosely interpreted as always:
Breathe in
with the clash
of the cymbals
and then out
as the drums begin.
Let the patter
of your feet
lose themselves
in the patterns
of the music
of the rain
as they rise
and fall, pausing
like a runner
at the crest
of a seventh hill.
Let the patina
of red earth
be washed away.
Breathe in
and out, and dance,
Begin again.

NaPowriMo 2020 – Day 14: Nostalgia

Day 14, off prompt:
Nothing hides
yesterday’s sins like
nostalgia. Nothing
rewrites the memories
of things seen
like the desire to
forget, the ineluctable wish
to untether oneself
from the burdens of grief,
and the weight of things lost.
For the daughter
kneeling here, oblivious
of the paths that we have trod
we wish peace, that the things
which weigh us down may cease.

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 13: Stolen Things

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt focuses on stealing, a challenge to write a non-apology for the things you’ve stolen. Here goes:

The dog-eared book with your name scratched
in its tired cover, the familiarity of
its worn pages like the scent of home,
a welcome. The picture, battered
by the sunlight until it begins to age
into a sepia blur, reviving memories
of a distant time. The song, your song,
repeated until its notes invoke the
memories of stolen times and places,
Lost but not forgotten.

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 12: A Triolet for Resurrection

For Day 12, the challenge is to write a triolet. Not a form I’m overly familiar with but given the Easter season and the influence of Patrick Carey on the form in English (who used it for his devotional writing), it seemed only fitting to attempt something with a faith tilt. Here goes:
At first light, she comes to bless
the broken body but finds Light
in the space where his head should be: discarded dress.
At first light, she comes to bless
a broken body but finds it whole, her tears
of grief in the moment of discerning becoming delight.
At first light, she comes to bless
the broken body but finds true Light.

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 11: Catching Light

The prompt for NaPoWriMo Day 11 is to write a poem in which one or more flowers take on specific meanings. I went off prompt for this one though…

They say
in the brightness
of the right light
everything is beautiful,
the cuts and scrapes
that things bear
all birthing beauty in
the intricate interplay
of flickering light
and flitting shadow.
So catch the light
shine, be beautiful.

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 10: Exile

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a hay(na)ku, a riff on the haiku created by the poet Eileen Tabios . 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. My mind went to self isolation as a metaphor for exile: in both cases we have memories of happier times but are restricted in the present to what we remember, not what we can experience. Here goes:

the things
you still remember

the inclination
to forget, to

the scent
of simple things,

delight of
being held close,

joy of
night time dancing.

this is exile
remembering, hoping, (maybe) returning.