NaPoWriMo – Poem #8

Weaver of Words, Work Thy Magic!

Set the desk with ink and quill
Prepare the parchment and work your will

Light a candle, let inspiration spark
Be ready to weave your words at first dark

Now, chant this invocation:

Muses hear me, in the night
Guide my pen, ease my plight

Spin my sonnet like a spell
Drawing ink, I conjure from this well

Let my lyrics lure the reader
Entwining verse, refrain, rhyme, and meter

Hypnotic haiku that intrigue the soul
Enchanting elegies that lament and console

Sing me odes to overwhelm the senses
And whisper limericks with no pretenses

Ballads that bewitch and beguile
Followed by epics that go on a long while

When at last the ink has run dry
And the first sign of light is drawing nigh

May inspiration cease and silence swell
Sleep now Calliope, Erato, Thalia, and Euterpe as well
As light sheds the veil, thus endeth our spell!

Please Note: This poem is inspired by the Day 8 prompt from NaPoWriMo.net – to write poems in which mysterious and magical things occur.

NaPoWriMo – Poem #6

warm breath
of
Spring

wraps
my skin
in a
blanket
of
promise

but
cold winds
whisk it              away

April rains
cool
and
harden

droplets
crystallizing
into slivers
of ice-glass
shards

sharp
and
stinging
against
flushed skin

becoming
snow                 flakes
heavy
and full

frigid hand
of
Winter

clawing
claiming
grasping

once more
before

giving way
to sleep

This poem is an attempt to follow the NaPoWriMo prompt for Day #6 – stretching our comfort zones with line breaks.

 

NaPoWriMo – Poem #5

Remembering Advice From My Youth

Sit up straight
shoulders back
don’t slouch

Lift your chin
hold your head high
don’t look down your nose at people

Speak up
enunciate
don’t mumble

Be assertive
make your voice heard
don’t be a B-I-T-C-H

Be powerful
believe in yourself
but know when to bend

Show your strength
be firm in your resolve
but do it gently

Take care of yourself
but sacrifice your needs
for those of others

You don’t need another person to take care of you,
to complete you, but yield
to the one you choose

Love, honor, cherish, obey…
wait? obey?!
What century is this?
Whose rules?

At what point am I no longer me
and simply servant
to you?

The NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Community

I’m borrowing a list from fellow blogger, David Ellis (aka TooFullToWrite), and sharing some links to other NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo participant blogs and sites. Enjoy!

1. The Great Unknown
2. RIVRVLOGR
3. 1st Non-Manuscript
4. Flutterby’s NaPoWriMo
5. Ileea (Swedish blog, but Google Translate should help if you need it)
6. Zouxzoux
7. QUEST FOR WHIRLED PEAS
8. ORIENTATION::QUILTER
9. WORDS FROM A LYDIAN WORLD :
10. inktuition
11. toofulltowrite (I’ve started so I’ll finish)
12. barbaraturneywielandpoetess
13. words in your eyes
14. .: Arash’s Poetry :.
15. Voiceless Fricative
16. WHAT LIFE SAID TO ME
17. this and other poems
18. Voyagedesmots
19. MY OWN GARDEN OF VERSE – MEIN GARTEN DER GEDICHTE (a bilingual poetry-blog)
20. Unassorted stories
21. ARHtistic License
22. KATIE STATEN
23. Poetry by Hansen
24. Raven Redux
25. Summer Blues
26. kavyastream
27. Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings
28. TAROT PROSE
29. Tidbits by Shannon
30. SOUL STRUCTURED LINES
31. Rhyme and Reason – Poetry Meets Film Reviews
32. Art is Work
33. EAT ALL THE WORDS
34. Purple Mountain Poetry
35. Author Emily Ramser
36. palimpsestic possibilities
37. erbiage
38. CLAIREVETICA
39. What Rhymes with Stanza?
40. clayandbranches *
41. My Life Is My Making *
42. Suzanne Olivante Poetry (features image prompts) *

*These are some additional blogs I’ve stumbled across in my own NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo reading

NaPoWriMo – Poem #4

Roses
soft and velvety
heavy with sweet musk
their scent fills my nostrils
phantom smells
haunting my senses

A rose tattoo
covered her breast,
one lush bloom cresting the cleavage
one long stem dipping into her sternum
was it promise
or warning

Perhaps a tantalizing peak
at the sensuous treasures
bestowed to the worthy,
thoroughly broken man,
she chose

But roses decay
soft petals turn brittle
musky sweetness
becomes sickly,
enough to choke
tender senses

Roses
adorned her casket
pale pink and scarlet red
reminiscent of the lush
lively woman resting
inside

Still, the phantom
smell of fresh cut roses
wafts through my memory
and the shriveled rose
revives itself
living brief moments
once more