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The Fallen Sky

As I walk upon the fallen sky,
I’m overcome with peace,
The where? What? When?
The who?
The why?
The questions finally cease.

The inconsequentiality
of all I’ve come to know,
The insignificance of me
humility bestowed!

Now humbled by my fragility,
And in awe of the sublime,
All troubles ebb away from me;
Just snags on the weave of time.

The atrocities in history?
And every time I’ve cried?
Mere raindrops in this cosmic sea;
Lost on forever’s tide.

Today’s piece was inspired by a place called Salar de Uyuni in Bolivia (pictured), which is the world’s largest salt flat and the German word sehnsucht, which loosely translates as an intense longing or desire for an unnameable something, ambivalent emotions and reflection and evaluation of one’s life – all at once!

love story

A Love Story

Here is where their story begins,
In a time when they were young,
And they did not yet regret their sins.

A boy whose praises went unsung,
Met a girl who ignored her worth,
And together they climbed on love’s first rung.

But they scaled too quickly from earth,
And when those naïve darlings fell,
They came crashing from their mirth.

They said a bitter-sweet farewell,
And tried to mend their hearts,
But the sadness deep inside did swell.

She knew they could not live apart,
And he knew he could not be her friend,
For her name was inked upon his heart.

They could not a minute longer pretend,
And thus began a new endeavour,
For theirs is a love story with no end.

They’ll climb together forever.

 

napo2014button2This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge was to write a terza rima; a poem with a rhyming pattern like this: ABA, BCB, CDC, DED etc… I found this a challenge as I couldn’t get my usual flow, but I hope it still works well! Oh, and it was inspired by my own love story and is therefore dedicated to my hubby :)

insomnia

Prelude to a Kip

Oh, why can’t I sleep?

Why’s this happening again?

Is that… a fox… I can hear?
Or a baby in pain?!

Did I lock the front door?

Is the dishwasher on?

What did I miss in the meeting?
Did I say anything wrong?

God, is that my stomach?!
When did I last eat?

Should I nip down for water?
Or will that make me pee?

Where’s my bottle anyway?
Is it next to my Kobo?

…Oh! Could Jane be the killer?!
But then wouldn’t Nick know?
Or are they in it together?
Did I think that before?
Is it wrong to want Nick dead?
…should I just read a bit more?

Damn, is that a headache coming?
Great, now what do I do?
Have we still got some painkillers?
Or did I take the last two?

Wait, are they… shouting next door?

God, is it really half past one?!

Why’s this mattress so lumpy?
Can I justify a new one?

Do I drink too much coffee?

Should I try that technique?

Oh God, why am I awake?!

I’d kill Nick for some sleep!

 

napo2014button2This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was to write a poem where every line is a question, except for the last one. This poem was inspired by my nightly routine – it takes me a very long time to fall asleep – I find it hard to switch off my brain – as you can tell!

The Japanese Garden

The Gaia Room

It’s a beautiful day in the Gaia room,
Cotton balls form celestial spumes,
Down deep inside the goldfish pool,
An algae eater’s keeping cool,
Up above the sky flame’s high,
Its warmth is carried on an airy sigh,
Indulging in the daylight glow,
A tiny house hauler takes it slow,
Behind she leaves a silver scrawl,
That glimmers like a disco ball,
A gold thief flits from bloom to bloom,
Sprinkling honey dust like perfume,
Two sky lords tuck their wings away,
And rest in the shade of a leaf bouquet,
And a mind film starts inside my head,
As I settle myself into the emerald bed.

 

napo2014button2This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was to write a poem using your own kennings.

 

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Safe

My memory is forged from steel,
An impenetrable shield,
A fortified chamber of grey,
And in it you lay,
Hidden away,
No-one but me has the key,
And in my memory,
Safe and strong,
is where you belong,
It’s where you’ll stay,
Come fire, come thief,
And come what may,
None can steal you away,
Ever whole and
preciously preserved,
Where I can protect you
as you deserve,
Without you
my memory has no use,
Just a barren hollow
of cold and profuse sorrow,
A petty lifeless place,
A cavernous misuse
of guarded space,
Keeping you in my memory
reminds me what it’s for,
And for that very cause,
I’ll keep you stored there
ever more.

 

napo2014button2This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge was to choose a tangible object and replace it was something intangible to create a kind of metaphor. I chose ‘a safe’ and replaced it with ‘memory’.

red wine

Sweet Carmine

Hear her flow into the cup:
Temptress whispers, “Steal a sup!
Glut yourself with fruity mace;
Heal yourself in my embrace,
Mend your heart and free your mind,
Find new love in sweet Carmine.”

 

napo2014button2This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was to write about wine-and-love. This style of poetry is called Acreontics and is traditionally made up of seven-syllable lines. I have followed this style above.

 


Update

Following a conversation with a fellow poet, I have now updated this poem for perfect seven-syllable by seven-line symmetry:

Hear her flow into the cup:
Temptress whispers, “Steal a sup!
Glut yourself with fruity mace;
Let me take you from this place,
Heal yourself in my embrace,
Mend your heart and free your mind,
Find new love in sweet Carmine.”

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Supply and Demand

Today there’s a 2-for-1 on my poems (in keeping with the challenge of the day!)

Supply and Demand

“Supply and Demand!”
Was the salesman’s command
When the sceptic said, “Sell me a Bic!”
“Write your name then!”
“But… I don’t have a pen.”
Said the suitably crestfallen cynic.

Disgruntled Daisies

There’s an insufferable queue
For the two Portaloos
And my bladder’s the size of a pea seed
The plants won’t be thrilled
But my modesty will
For I have my trustiest Shewee!

 

napo2014button2These were written for NaPoWriMo. The challenge of the day was to write an advertisement-poem.

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Great Pretend

There’s a monster in my room,
The monster from the gloom,
And he’s whispering that he wants to be my friend,
The wild fire in his eyes,
It lights my sleepless nights,
And seeks to guide me to the land of Great Pretend.

His growl rumbles and resounds,
As it shakes the fragile ground,
An earthquake in the moment daylight dies,
If he claws my weakened skin,
He’ll proceed to draw me in,
And drag my consciousness unto the other side,
I’d be trapped in heinous schemes,
and in everlasting dreams,
Where trumpets mask the sound of harrowed cries,
Where every shred of truth ,
And all I ever knew,
Would be drowned out by his dark and honeyed lies.

There’s a monster in my room,
The monster from the gloom,
And he’s whispering that he wants to be my friend,
So I keep a sideways glance,
Sure not to catch his eye by chance,
And ever toe the line between life and Great Pretend.

napo2014button2This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge was to incorporate five song titles from a playlist.

I chose the playlist I listen to on my commute to work. The songs I got were The Monster by Eminem, Trumpets and The Other Side by Jason Derulo, Wild by Jessie J and Earthquake by Labrinth.

Really enjoyed this one, hope you do too!

 

rain

Torrent of Abuse

(an answer to April Rain Song)

It would seem that some believe in
giving April Showers some fame,
That an aria is needed
to glorify the rain,
But I dodge the rain’s caresses
And I do not want its kiss
Silver drops that mock my tresses?
Tell me who would sing of this?
All that plip-plop, splish-splash-sploshing
couldn’t even lull the dead,
It should quit this daytime sloshing
and just wait ‘til I’m in bed.
And April’s hardly random;
Every month is much the same,
For I’m in ruddy London,
And I chuffing hate the rain!


napo2014button2This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was to re-write a famous poem. I chose to write an answer April Rain Song by Langston Hughes. His original poem is below:

 

April Rain Song

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.

Langston Hughes
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Exposure of My Heart

Oh how I miss you,
When I held you
you taught me just who
I was behind the shutters,
You showed me my true colours,
That I was like no other
when I bled;
I saw crimson,
I saw claret,
I saw carmine,
and I saw scarlet,
And now you’re gone,
My love,
Most all I see is
red;
The vividness of life
is all but dead,
Together we shared elation,
Unbeknown to all creation,
I used to pity them
- Their ignorance; a shame -
But now I cower with them,
No power and no wisdom,
And I miss the
transcendent
bond that we maintained,
I was blind,
You made me see,
With your heart you set mine free,
With God’s light
and with your truth,
You were my muse,
I was your Hughes,
And we made sweet poetry,
My dearest 50D.

This poem way written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was ‘write a love poem about an inanimate object‘ I chose my old Canon 50D DSLR camera and my brief and long lost love affair with Photography.  Oh the memories….!

Poetry by Serena Malcolm

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