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Day 21 of #NaPoWriMo#GloPoWriMo - Global Poetry Writing Month - Today the prompt asks us to write a poem that repeats or focuses on a single colour. I chose red... not sure if you'll get what the poem is about, you interpret it as you will~

Poem title: The Horror Poem follows: the horror I know there is green and blue and yellow but all I see is horror red red red it's on my hands and in my eyes I see it in the trees and on the grass blinded by the red sun the red moon my emotions are red my thoughts are red all I feel is red red red red a horror of life the red birds screaming bloody red flying clouds of red daffodils of red speak red cry red hair so red warming my red soul red blood on the red stones I can only hear the music red and red I can only see the notes red and red let me sleep in my red bed but stop the red dreams blind me with the red light red beams let the stars shine but red
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Day 18 of #NaPoWriMo#GloPoWriMo - Global Poetry Writing Month - Today the prompt asks us to write a poem where the "speaker expresses the desire to be someone or something else, and explains why"

Poem title: To be... Poem follows: To be the sunflower I look at the sun my yellow petals open to the love shining down on me To be the white cloud just floating in the blue sea sky I would be so happy fluffy, comfortable, sleepy To be the honey bee enjoying the splendour of purple and blue flowers waving in the wind bathing in their perfume To be the house cat lying in that special beam of light no cares do bother me I am brushed and fed and loved To be the seed flying in the warm breeze I dance and spin waiting for the moment I get to make roots and grow To be just me I can shimmer and shine finding happiness in the small things I love and big things that love me
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Day 17 of #NaPoWriMo#GloPoWriMo- Today the prompt asks us to write a poem inspired by a piece of music, with the same title. I am constantly inspired by music, so it was hard to decide which artist to write from; I ended up choosing Kate Bush: hopefully you know the song!

Poem title: Them Heavy People Poem follows: alone in the room in my mind I try to hide I try to sleep I am locked inside my bed is not comfortable but rest is all I need one more hour leave me under the covers no crystal ball I know whatโ€™s going on no magic wand can save me now until you reach your hand soft to mine and strong pulling me up and out and up we embrace as you remind me we each have heaven inside the bright love the peace it's all there to find teach me how to live and let us roll forward together in your arms I am safe and I feel the courage courage to grow now I learn not to be afraid let my arms be free and my legs will follow
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Day 16 of #NaPoWriMo#GloPoWriMo- The prompt asks to write a poem describing a thing or place closely, then ending with an abstract line that doesn't seem to relate - but actually does!

Poem title: dreams of love and freedom within fields of gold Poem follows: out from my palm the seeds rise up and sweep over yellow fields wheat up to my knees with sun shining down the plain is happy the butterfly flaps and seeks out my seeds to nourish and grow through stalks and sheathes and flowers in and out and up over top the scent of magnolia rising along the fields my fingers smooth and sweep over tops the wheat to love and care for my soul no need for shoes as soft is the ground my feet donโ€™t hurt and no prickle does prick in a clearing I can lie listen to the birds calling to their lovers bringing nourishment to their babies in nests I can see bright, white clouds up above and wonder at the sights and sounds the grass greeting me with waves of green one day we will find peace
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Day 15 of #NaPoWriMo#GloPoWriMotwitter.com/StampsBot I found a beautiful 2c stamp with roses on it to inspire the following poem

Poem title: abandonment Poem follows: webs cover all that can be seen as dust travels in the air once lamps were lit, yellow candle light shone only the full moon can now break the dark with beams of light passing through the boarded windows the clock sits silent, with voice forgotten years have passed since life graced these halls the desk hasnโ€™t been sat at with mail piled up envelopes unopened stamps with bright roses and currency no longer circulated beautiful penmanship fading into yellowing paper books filling with mould in the damp Spring unread for generations knowledge now lost as words crumble to dust a floating spectre passes through walls recounting a story no longer told their feet donโ€™t touch the floorboards no creak breaks the silence if only a black hole could eat the remains and end the pain of abandonment
A stamp with red border and two bright, red roses, and one yet to open The text says the artist is "Lilli Marlene", and it is a New Zealand 2c stamp - which has not been in circulation for more than 30 years
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Day 14 of #NaPoWriMo#GloPoWriMo - National / Global Poetry Writing Month - the prompt today asks us to write an anaphora: a poem which starts with the same word each line.

Poem title: Only Poem follows: Only a whisper of a breeze with grey feathers Only the tail of the yellow fox could be felt Only the sound of water was heard that day Only, it wasnโ€™t a normal day, where growth and love would blossom Only I could sense the magic about to occur Only oranges on my mind as I waved fingers through the water raining on my body Only the leaves falling on my face, red and brown Only I, alone, flying with my feet on my head Only I. Only I. Only my toes were frozen, dipping into water flowing through veins Only the forest was alive that day Only my ears could hear Only my eyes could see Only you could fill my heart, emptying the blood Only you could fill my heart
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New post on the blog, allowing myself to go off topic for GloPoWriMo. #glopowrimo#poetrybloggerthistlewren.blogspot.com/2024/04/more...

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Day 12 of #NaPoWriMo#GloPoWriMo - National / Global Poetry Writing Month - today's prompt asks us to write a poem that is a "tall tale". Mine was inspired from my Rฤmere Shorts entry~

Poem title: Mary Mulholland Poem follows: vines pulse from her fingertips a rhythm we can see circle the trees with lines of leaves her flowers could bloom from hair so soft falling at her cheeks violet and rouge Mary Mulholland alive in her forest could grow and blossom with the seasons though in Winter it can appear as if she is dying in the cold, snowy valleys of emptiness in Spring she begins flourishing the vines can creep and climb as her music encircles not alone she dines on light and dew for, she is mother to the forest deep are her roots formed from the tips of her toes she helps nourish so others can courtesy Mary Mulholland was Queen with her pulsating vines a rhythm so divine all nature is called as life can bloom
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Day 10 of #NaPoWriMo#GloPoWriMoyesterdaysprint.tumblr.com/post/7436000... This story featured in The Coffeyville Daily Journal, Kansas, January 23, 1897

Poem title: The Duck Shoe-Collector Poem follows: A very strange occurrence, lately in the village - a very strange thief, with a very strange appearance... Kate was very specific when she sang: โ€œevery old sock meets an old shoeโ€ - the duck knew this saying well. so she then made her plan... she crept through the night, with a soft pitter patter - searching for her prize, which she took without a fight... the duck collected old shoes, you know - and she picked very carefully, always one to match the sock and she gifted them thus - with laces in a bow. The villagers were at first so angry: that is, until they saw the duck - she was so very pretty, with a very pretty family And so together they knew, the duckโ€™s mission was noble, you see - for, now the old socks could meet their old shoe!
Cartoon of a duck and other farmyard animals in the background. The Duck is holding a shoe in its mouth, with one on the ground below it. Text at the top headlines: Collects Old Shoes With subtitle: Strange Freak of an Ordinary-Looking Pacific Coast Duck. Under the cartoon, it says: The Duck Shoe-Collector
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