NaPoWriMo
National Poetry Writing Month Challenge
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NaPoWriMo Day 4 Today’s prompt was “Morning”. There is a place I love next to a lake. I love to sit on the west bank of the lake and watch the sun come up across the water. It truly is the best reason to get up ludicrously early on a weekend. This poem is about…
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NaPoWriMo Day 3 Today’s is a little darker. For those of you who have been around since my first shot at NaPoWriMo back in 2013 you may recognize this from day five of that first year. This isn’t really laziness, I just don’t think I could produce anything which would better represent the prompt of…
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NaPoWriMo Day 2 The prompt for day two was to write about a beloved childhood object you still have. I didn’t have much as a kid, and less still has made it this far with me. But books are something I tend to hold onto. One in particular fit this. The Collected Works of Rudyard…
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NaPoWriMo Day 1 So last year, I had a lot going on, so I didn’t really do the poetry wriiting challenge. After more than ten years, it felt like I didn’t really have any left to give. Apparently I just needed a break. This Loss My broken soul each time I look See empty space…
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Music is Life Music moves the human soul More sure than anything From classical to modern rock To lullabies we sing There’s nothing else will speak to us Reach out and touch our hearts Like that one song which resonates In our most secret parts From goths with Evanesence in The headphones on their ears…
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Deeds Endure If you look back to cent’ries pastTo names of great renownWe know the words ascribed to themAre ones they did not sound. It’s deeds we know for deeds endureFrom one age to the nextAnd those who will do naught but talkWill vanish as though hexed. Qin Shi Huang, Napoleon,Great Caesar and the restAll…
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My Mother’s Love From heaven fell those gentle dropsto kiss each leaf and bloom,A gentle, restful tapping onThe window of my room. My mother laid a cool, damp clothUpon my fevered brow.She took my hand, she stroked my hairMade soothing noises now. The fever burned much hotter nowCould scarcely see or hear,Yet through it all…
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Well, I’ve survived another month of poetry without my brain actually dribbling out my ears. Now I just have to wait for it to stop automatically trying to rhyme every single word I think of. So grateful to everyone who takes a few minutes from their day to read these. Speaking of gratitude… Enjoy! Choose…
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It’s the twenty-ninth today and I’m starting to run out of ideas. Then as I was drawing the image in the previous post, I decided to do a poem set in the Warhammer 40k universe. I understand completely if most don’t care for it, it’s a bit more “niche” than most of what I write.…
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Before coming to write today’s poem I said, “I love you very much.” to my wife. It’s something I say to her… a lot. So much, that sometimes I worry she thinks it’s just automatic. This poem is about that. Enjoy! I Love You…. Seriously… I Mean It So many times each day you hear,…
Brain Bits To Go 