NaPoWriMo Day 30

Hello!
Yay I made it through one whole month of poetry!  I feel like half the time I was uninspired and wrote garbage poetry, but the other part of the time I really got into the prompts and created something that I really love.
The final prompt is often one that is about ending or wrapping up the month.  But this year was a little different in that the prompt is to write about something returning.  Right away I was reminded of the quote:  "If you love something set it free. If it returns to you it's yours. If it does not, it was never meant to be."   It's also a thought that resonates with something in my personal life right now.  So I decided to run with it and here is the final poem for 2020 NaPoWriMo.  Enjoy, and thanks for coming along with me on this month's journey!


If you love something, set it free.
The thought fills me with anxiety.
I can't see
why letting go so easily
is the way that true love must be. 

If it comes back to you it's yours.
Love for you their heart stores.
Spending time with you they consider not chores.
Their heart and mind adores
when it's you who walks through doors.

If not, it was never meant to be.
They took the chance to flee
and though you may plea
in the end you must agree
that even though the future you can't forsee
on different paths you'll both be free.


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 29

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The prompt for today is to write a paean about a pet.  I've never written a paean before, at least not knowingly, so this is something new for me.  As for the pet, I currently don't have any pets myself, but I grew up with cats, and my family still have cats, so I wrote about one of those cats.  Enjoy!


The huntress stalks her prey,
Green eyes glow in the darkness
And nose twitches in anticipation. 
Each paw step brings her silently closer. 
Her soft fluffy fur,
of black and brown tortoiseshell,
allows her to blend into her surroundings
in our condo. 
A dash!
A leap!
A pounce!
and she has reached her lookout.
Atop the cat tower
beside the window
the birds and squirrels stand no chance
of escaping her detection. 
She is the huntress. 
She alone protects the home. 
Ashley is on duty tonight. 
All will sleep well. 


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 28

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Today's prompt was to write a poem that is in the style of a review, the kind of review you'd find on a website, but it is reviewing something that you wouldn't normally review.  One of the suggestions that the prompt gave was the moon, and I though that was funny so I decided to run with it.  Especially the idea of assigning "X stars" to the moon.  lol.  Enjoy!


Some nights I look up and it's there, big and full.
Other nights it's but a crescent.
Reliability: 3 Stars
Almost always there, but shape not constant

The markings on its surface are lovely.
Patterns of light and dark play at pictures. 
Beauty: 5 Stars
A work of art

I long to visit this new land.
To be an explorer on the frontier.
Accessibility: 0 Stars
I can't go there

It brings some light to the darkness.
And plays with the oceans creating tides.
Value: 2 Stars
Good for the earth, but of no use to my personal life

The only orb of our night sky. 
Other planets may h ave lots of moons, but we only have one. 
Rarity: 5 Stars
One of a kind, collector's edition. 

Overall rating: 4 Stars


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 27

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Today's prompt was to use the Almanac Questionnaire as inspiration for a poem.  I had trouble with this one, but I was able to use the first three topics of the questionnaire to write a haiku.  That's all that I had for today so I hope you enjoy!


Clear and sunny day
Roses grow along archways
Peaceful garden walk


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 26

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For today's poem I wrote something myself, as I didn't feel interested or inspired by the prompt.   A couple of days ago I started playing a video game called Cat Quest and it's really cute and fun!  So here is a poem about the game.  Enjoy!


Cat Quest

Cat of dragonborn, here to save the land. 
A lone cat traveling. 
A warrior,
A mage,
A ranger,
A hero. 
Break the curses found around, 
Defeat the dragons,
Bring peace to the land. 


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 25

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The prompt for today is to write about a fruit.  Naturally I picked my favourite fruit, the peach.  Enjoy!


Ode to the Peach

Oh soft and fuzzy fruit
Your red and orange colour is so cute!

Soft and juicy you are so sweet,
You are my favourite fruity summer treat. 

Eaten whole, or sliced and diced,
Puree, juiced, or eaten iced. 

Grows upon a lovely tree,
Until it's picked and added to tea.

June, my favourite time of year, 
For the freshest of peaches are now here. 

Made into candy or fresh from the branch,
With each bite a flavour avalanche.

The perfect shape and size for my hand,
The greatest fruit in all the land. 

This ode to peach; my favourite fruit,
My love for you is absolute.


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 24

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Today's prompt was to write about a letter or letters of the alphabet. I decided to go with my favourite letter "Y".   I liked the idea of using it as the focus of the poem, but also using it to represent the question "why".  As I wrote I found my tone getting more and more personal with this letter, as if Y was a real person.  I'm pointing this out because I hope you will notice and appreciate the increasing personification of the letter Y as the poem progresses.  Yea I'm nerdy like that, I'll evaluate and dissect my poems myself for you. lol.   Anyways, enjoy!


Why?

Y do you look the way you do?
Standing so tall and proud or curled up like a lazy cat.

Y do you sound the way you do?
Copying other vowels or making a sound all your own. 

Y are you at the end of the alphabet? 
Did you not want to be with your friends at the start?

Y do you play this game?
Are you a vowel or not?!

Y do you intrigue me so?
I love your shape, your placement in our words.

Y have you stolen my heart?
I love you. Please never go. 


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 23

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Today's prompt is to write a poem that uses idioms, specifically idioms from other languages.  As I looked into different idioms, I found that many languages have idioms to mean the same thing.  When I found a list some, and what they are in different languages I thought it would be fun to use them together in a poem.   I used my daily life, and my daily schedule now that I'm working from home, as inspiration for this poem.  Enjoy!


Get it done

Working from home
It's so easy to scroll through social media and online shop
But this project needs to get done. 
Time to bite the bullet. 

Talking with my supervisor
I need to fill in a spreadsheet, but I have a more efficient way
I'm told to do it their way. 
mordre la poussière

Dinner time
I've been avoiding the veggies in my fridge but now they're going bad
I better make something with them.
in den sauren Apfel beißen

Time to relax
But I haven't cleaned the couch in weeks and it's full of crumbs
Better vacuum it before I sit and watch TV
enfrentarse el toro

Waking up early
Time to get some exercise into my day
Why am I doing this again?!
стиснув зубы


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 22

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I'm really not feeling the prompt for today.  I just can't even find a way to get started.  So instead here is a poem with some feelings I've been wrestling with lately.  This pandemic and self isolation has been hard and this is a reflection of this. I went with the triolet style again. I wanted to practice some more with this style and I feel it portrays my feelings well.  Enjoy!


Ghosted

I thought you were my friend.
Why won't you reply?
Did something bring our friendship to an end?
I thought you were my friend.

So many messages I did send.
What has happened to you, did you go off and die?
I thought you were my friend. 
Why won't you reply?!


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 21

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The prompt for today was to write about a homemade or handmade gift.  While trying to think of something I was reminded of this little plush mouse toy that I made when I was a child.  It was part of a craft at a Girl Guides camp weekend.  At the time I thought it was really cute and though I don't remember why, I came up with this thing where I would flip up the mouse's dress and have her run back and forth crying "Tornado!".   It made some of the other girls laugh.  I still have the little mouse toy for that memory.  So today's poem is the story of Ophelia, the mouse who got caught in a tornado.  Enjoy!


In a lovely little village
lived a lovely little mouse
sewing lovely little dresses
in her lovely little house. 

The mouse is named Ophelia,
the finest seamstress in the town;
sewing suits and scarves and jackets,
and a red and white lace gown. 

One day while in her finest dress
a dark storm did approach. 
With howling winds and funnel clouds
the town it did encroach. 

Ophelia was caught unprepared,
her hands began to fumble.
Running outside to grab laundry,
she then took quiet a tumble. 

The howling winds they grabber her dress,
and tossed it side to side. 
She found her dress pulled overhead,
now gravity it defied!

"Tornado! Tornado!" she called out loud,
her screams were filled with fear!
"The storm no longer encroaches us,
It is already here!"

She ran around her open yard
moving to and fro.
Crying out, "I cannot see!
I don't know where to go!"

Long minutes of the howling winds
all she could do was wait. 
"To have my dress around my ears,
is this to be my fate?"

Eventually the winds died down
and the stormy weather stopped.
The dress around Ophelia's ears
finally it dropped.

She smoothed her hands along her dress
white lace and fabric red. 
"This has been quite the ordeal today
I will now go off to bed."

Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 20

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The prompt for today was to write a poem about a walking archive.  A walking archive is when you go for a walk and pick up items or trinkets or treasures as you go.  While I am able to leave the house and go for walks during this time of self isolation, I don't go very far and my neighborhood isn't very inspiring for poetry.  So instead I wrote about items around my apartment.  I was very much inspired by the song Tiny Paper Elephant by the Doubleclicks.  (Go check out the song if you like) Enjoy!


There's a ducky tea infuser
in a cup that looks like Chip. 
A rainbow Perler feather,
and a pink panda hair clip. 

There's a Sith Lord R2-D2
fighting Sailor Jupiter
near a pile of books to read soon
and a shirt painted with une fleur. 

A floppsy duck named Gustav
sits atop a strawberry.
And together all this shows you
the sort of person I must be. 

Take a tour of my life now. 
Take a tour of my home. 
And together I will tell you
of the places I do roam.


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam.

NaPoWriMo Day 19

Hello!

Today's poem is an ode to life's small pleasures.  Between this self isolation and the winter weather we've continued to have, one of the simple things I've missed is the warm fresh air and sunshine of summer.  So here is my ode to fresh air and sunshine.


Oh fresh air and sunshine, 
How I long for your gentle kiss and loving warmth,
For I have been away from you for too long. 
Cold winds of winter and quarantine have separated us,
Lovers longing to be together once more. 
But now spring winds blow,
And once again you return to me. 
To leave the house and into the unknown,
And once again be in your embrace. 
Walking down the street, or to the edge of the world,
Together, the peace and comfort you bring me leads me on. 
I long again for the summer days when we can spend all our time together.
Oh fresh air and sunshine, you bring peace to my soul. 


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 18

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Today's prompt is to write about a forgotten technology.  While trying to decide what to write about the idea of a Walkman popped into my head.  Growing up I had friends and family who had Walkman, but I didn't own one myself.  Later in high school I got a CD Walkman, which should give you some idea of how old I am. lol.   While I have no affinity for a Walkman this poem just starting flowing from my thoughts as I thought more about them.  There was almost a music or rap to it, which also makes up for my lack of musical poem a few days ago. lol.  Either way, enjoy this poem!


Grooving to my music as I walk down the street
Walkman! Walkman!
Mixed tape blaring, keeping pace with the beat
Walkman! Walkman!

Through the headphones the music's flowing into my head
Walkman! Walkman!
Hope this tape doesn't break or it will fill me with dread
Walkman! Walkman!

Flip the tape over so I'm now on side two
Walkman! Walkman!
Another 45 minutes music playing so true
Walkman! Walkman!


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 17

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Today's prompt was to write a poem that is over the top with compliments.  My first thought was this would be a great chance to write a love poem. But I wasn't in the mood for something so serious and cheesy.  Instead I decided to write about my second love, pandas.  Something silly and fun showing my love for this animal.  Enjoy!


Oh giant panda, 

How adorable you are
Sitting there a round fluffy lump
Munching on your bamboo without a care. 

Your life so simple
I would love to be in your place
To be fuzzy and cute and adored by all.

Your colours so simple
The black around your eyes so perfect
As if every day is a special occasion that you are dressed up for. 

So rolly and polly, such a showman!
You know how loved you are and how wonderful you seem
And wish to share that joy with all who come to see you.

Oh giant panda
You have stolen my heart
Forever will I watch over you and be your Empress Goddess. 


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 16

Hello!

I must admit my mind has been distracted lately and I haven't been able to focus on poetry the past couple days.  Plus with today's prompt being about writing a poem inspired by music, well I feel like I've already done that in a way.  Go back to day 2 and see the lyrics that I modified for "Just Around the Riverbend".   Also growing up I like to write song, or at least try to.  I don't remember much from those days, other than the fact that I had a whole love song between Aladdin and Jasmine written (which I've completely forgotten), and a single line for another song I wanted to write but never completed.   Here is what I do remember of what one song.  It's not much but it's a reminder of childhood days when I was an awesome song writter, something I've lost the ability to do.


One drop can make a flower grow,
One imagination can make a rainbow. 


I still remember the melody as well for this, but my musical writing skills are really rusty otherwise I'd include the musical bars as well.


Anyways, hopefully the next few days will be better and my brain will get back into this poetry writing.


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 15

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Today's poetry prompt was to write about those who inspired you to write poetry.  For me this was really difficult because I have no person or poet who inspired me or who I try to be like.  Rather, it was poetry lessons back in grade school that got me interested and inspired to write poetry.  I liked learning about it and I was naturally good at writing poetry so I kept going with it.  And then when I learned about NaPoWriMo last year it was a great excuse to get back into writing poetry which is something that I loved back in school.   So for today's poem I found one of my old poems that I wrote back in grade school.  I use to have so many pages with my poems, but now all that I can find is this one poem.  I'm also going to include pictures of three poems that I still remember from those school days.  Poems that I thought were such fun that are still stuck in my head.  Please join me as we journey back many years to visit young me back in grade school studying and writing poetry.


I am what I am today, 
Not what I was yesterday. 

I am what I am now, 
Not what I want to be. 

I am what I am today, 
Not what I will be tomorrow. 

I am what I am now,
Not what I ever was or ever will be. 


Thanks for reading!  Below are images with poems that I mentioned above.

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 14

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Today's prompt was to write a non-apology poem for something that you've stolen.  The whole idea of it made me think of the #sorrynotsorry hashtag.  I tried looking it up for inspiration, but didn't get very much.   For me the only thing I could think of that I stole that I'm not sorry for are my husband's fries.  In typical wife fashion, I often steal a few when he has fries and I don't but I don't want my own fries I just want a few. Lol.   I had a hard time putting those thoughts into words though, so I decided to use the triolet style that I learned for yesterday's poem.  Overall the tone of the poem came off a lot more angrier and harsher than just me stealing a few fries, but at the same time I like the dichotomy of turning a simple thing like eating a few fries into something that is worthy of a huge argument.   Enjoy!


I stole your fries.
Sorry not sorry. 
You did not see it with your own eyes. 
I stole your fries. 

I already ate them. You can't have them back despite your cries. 
I can see you are mad. This doesn't need to get gory. 
I stole your fries. 
Sorry not sorry. 


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 13

Hello!

Today's prompt was to write a triolet, which is a style of poetry I had not heard of before, but ended up being really fun to write! (I'll probably have to use this style again in the future.)   For inspiration for this poem I ended up going with a well known line from Star Trek.  I'm currently watching Star Trek The Next Generation and when writing this poem I wanted to take inspiration from many Sci-Fi sources.  But alas, I couldn't get a good rhyme that is required of this triolet style, so instead I settled on just Star Trek for this poem.  I call this poem "A Vulcan Blessing" because it reminds me of the first stanza of the well know Irish Blessing. Enjoy!


A Vulcan Blessing

Live long and prosper
Peace and long life
Live each day your best self, be not an impostor
Live long and prosper

Seek out opportunity, but peace you must foster
The actions you take must not lead to strife
Live long and prosper
Peace and long life. 


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 12

Hello!

This poem was all about flowers and their meaning.  Back in the Victorian era this idea was very popular and many of the meanings are still known today.  My poem today was inspired by looking through the list of flowers and their meanings.  Enjoy!


Flowers send a message
Decode the meaning at your leisure
And hope the meaning that you find
Will bring a sense of pleasure. 

Gardenia for a secret love
Heliotrope, eternal love and devotion
Peony for a happy life
While roses convey various emotion.

Red roses mean "I love you"
Dark crimson is for mourning
Pink for happiness, white for worthy,
While yellow contain a warning.

Daisies convey innocence and hope
Yellow tulips show sunshine in your smile
Lilac shows the joy of youth
Lavender distrust, no denial.

A bouquet says a thousand words,
More meaning than a letter
Send a message to your love
And hope that they feel better. 


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 11

Hello!

Today's prompt was using a new type of poetry that I was not aware of.  It's called the hay(na)ku and it's a modern variation on the haiku.  Rather that syllables it focus on the number of words in each line. Considering I love haikus I had a lot of fun using this similar poetry style for today's poem.  For inspiration I looked to one of my favourite things: pandas.  Enjoy!


Pandas
Eat bamboo
In the grove

Munching
And crunching
The bamboo dissappears

Young
Pandas climb
The trees nearby


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 10

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Today’s prompt was to write a “concrete” poem which is one that also creates a picture that is related to what the poem is about. I combined this idea with haikus (a type of poetry that I love) to create a haiku that essentially never ends.  The theme for my poem is space and the universe.  To read it, start with a blue line (5 syllables) then continue with the following red line (7 syllables) then continue until you wish to end at which point read a blue line (5 syllables) to end.   Enjoy!

Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 9

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Today's prompt was to take inspiration from one of the many Twitter poetry bots.  It was through this idea that I found @VogonPoetryBot.  I was rather amused by the idea of trying my hand at Vogon poetry.  I know the poetry bot is slightly different than the Vogon poetry heard in the book/movie, but I wanted to give it a try.  So I used a random word generator and a rhyming dictionary webpage.  This is what I created. 

Warning: Vogon poetry is not for the faint of heart. 


Ignorant settlement
Business-like entitlement

Forcast unreasonable
Peace and love unspeakable

Strangle reputation
Gurgling screams cause not ablation 

Wing dream rebel
Calling out for death knell

Mercy muggy workshop
Changing cycle desktop

Culture strong projection
Plead sanctuary dissinfection

Grand pig traffic difficulty
Skeleton reflect conditionally

Amuse feel breeze
World crumples to it's knees

Split execute legend
Distributor destined

Oil journal decide direction
Time for world view rejection


huh... that wasn't so bad.  Either I'm really good or really bad at Vogon poetry.  I'm not sure which is better.  XD
Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 8

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Today's prompt was to write a poem based on a news article.  I decided right away I wanted to stay away from anything related to the pandemic and Covid-19.   I thought astronomy would be a good topic, but nothing was coming to mind as I scrolled through current astronomy news.  Instead the inspiration came from an unexpected source.  This article about how Algae use flagella to trot, gallop and move with gaits all their own.   I got an image in my head of algea running like horses through a valley of wind and grass and then this poem flowed from that.  So as you read this I hope you see as I did a large grassy field with wind softly blowing, and single celled algea galloping in packs. 


Gallop, oh algae, run like the wind,
Your flagella pounding the ground. 
Limbs flailing madly and onward you go, 
Moving without a sound. 

But what of your brain, your nerves within?
You are but merely one cell. 
It appears that none of those matter,
Your galloping spirit it does not quell. 

Four limbs, eight, and sixteen too, 
Each with their own gait and step. 
With so many limbs and water so thick, 
The process is surely a shlep. 

Where are you going, what will you do, 
when you've galloped you way to the end. 
Your flagella pulling you onward and away, 
Your world you may one day transcend. 


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 7

Hello!

Today's poem is "to write a poem from the point of view of one person/animal/thing from Hieronymous Bosch’s famous (and famously bizarre) triptych The Garden of Earthly Delights."
Before this I had never known about this picture, so it was interesting to look it over and write about it. 

After looking over the image I decided to write about the owl in this zoomed in screenshot of the image. Come, meet the owl king. 


Owl King

I'm an owl, here I sit
In my fountain cactus home. 
Always sitting, always waiting, 
Never do I leave to roam. 

The other birds they bring me gifts,
And lay them at my feet.
For I'm the greatest bird that lives, 
That they will ever meet. 

The gifts they bring are glittery,
And sparkle in the sand. 
Bits of glass and baubles,
Collected throughout the land. 

The lizards on the beach nearby, 
Will make a tasty meal. 
I will go and pluck one up, 
When hungry I do feel. 

In my fountain cactus home,
I am the Owl King.
Always sitting, always waiting, 
In the middle of this spring. 


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam 

NaPoWriMo Day 6

Hello!

The prompt for today was to use the Twenty Little Poetry Projects list to create a poem.  The list itself was fairly straight forward, but the trouble for me was coming up with a good topic for the poem for which I could easily to all the things on the list. I eventually took inspiration from my current D&D character and the Arcanis campaign.  Here is a poem inspired by Tana, and a little glimpse into her life before she left the forest.


I am the panther moving through the forest. 
Rawr! I, an elf, move silently. 
Birds chirp above, the smell of fresh earth below, smooth red berries on a bush beside me,
They taste like red. I've had them before. 
I am Tanas of Elonbe. 
Snap! I break another twig underfoot, each step another sound. 
My sword fighting master spoke to me this morning. 
He wants me to become a Laerestri. 
Go, leave the forest, you'll find good humans and become a hero! He tells me. 
Novaras!
The ancient words of peace of our people. 
The hunters became the hunted becoming the hunters for good people. 
Today is a routine patrol. I shoot a dozen arrows into a tree and run up them to the top. 
Tana, the one who stands above the trees and sees for miles. 
Someday I will leave this place and go on my own adventure in human lands. 
I'll be known as the fiery hero!
Find all the good humans. Savior of the elven future!
Novaras. 
The bow in my hands reminds me of the ancient words. Never forget. 
It is time for this panther to climb down from this tree and return home. 



Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 5

Hello!
The prompt for today is to write a poem based on an image from a dream. The dream that I picked is a dream that I really did have, about 15 ish years ago.  I forget exactly when I had this dream, but some of the images and feeling from this dream are still strong in my mind.  The song Through Glass by Stone Sour reminds me of this dream so feel free to listen to that song while reading this poem.


I'm a monster. A freak. 
I'm me, but my skin is pale
with patches of scales. 
The ones I see on my arm shimmer slightly. 

I'm hunted. Pursed. 
There are those who want me
Running, hiding constantly. 
But then I'm found and captured. 

I'm in a museum. A zoo. 
A room with plants, grasses, and my bed
my prison now. 
One wall of glass for spectators to watch. 

I manage to escape. Freedom. 
Running up stairs with security behind
I reach the roof. 
I jump and I'm barely able to fly away to awakening. 


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 4

Hello!
Today's prompt was all about using rhyming words or similar sounding words. This is something I'm quite good at I find, I didn't even need to use a rhyming dictionary to write this.  I decided to go with a poem that expresses my frustration at the global pandemic situation.  So many places on lock down and people self isolating.  While my time working from home has not been so bad, there is still an underlying frustration of not being able to go out and be social around people.  Please enjoy, and hopefully this poem will be something we can look back on in the future to remember this part of our history.


Oh quarantine, 
What a bore it's been, 
Stuck in the in-between, 
Not being seen, 
Nothing to redeem,
This time in self isolation.

Oh self isolation, 
This couch my station, 
The realization, 
That staying home is retaliation,
Against the infestation, 
of Covid-19 in the world. 


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 3

Hello!
Today's prompt was to write about a specific place and include all the little details about it so that it feels like you are there.   I decided to write about a fountain downtown near my workplace that I like to sit near on summer days at lunch.  As for the structure I was having trouble coming up with the words to describe the place, until I decided on haikus.  For some reason they come easily to me so here is a series of haikus describing the fountain that I know as "the fountain of youth".


The fountain of youth
water sparkles down the steps
to the pond below

Sit by waters edge
leaves float by on currents slow
birds chatter nearby

People pass me by
Suits and sleek dresses they wear
off to meet clients

Cool mist splashes me
picked up by a summer breeze
a peaceful lunch break


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 2

For today's prompt the goal was to write a poem that was a self portrait in which a specific action is a metaphor for life.  Playing with the idea of Forest Gump and his "life is like a box of chocolate".  (even though that is a simile, not a metaphor)

I had a lot of trouble with this.  Especially because the action was best if it was something common and every-day.  But life isn't common and boring.  It's magical and an adventure.  Life is bravery.  I couldn't think of anything good.  But the song "Just around the river bend" from Disney's Pocahontas kept popping into my head.  I felt that it had the right idea for what I wanted to write for this prompt but still couldn't come up with any better ideas.  So instead, I took the lyrics of the song and changed them to be more of a self portrait of how I see life.  So please sing along and enjoy!


Just Around the River Bend

What I love most about sunrise is, you never know what the day will bring.
What magic or adventure might be waiting!
Even in the simple tasks a dream just may come true!
Just take a step and try to make it happen.

What's around the river bend? Waiting just around the river bend?
I look one more, colourful and glittery,
Now out the door, spreading joy so merrily,
Come to find my destiny, for me... coming for me.

Am I to be a scientist? a science outreach TV star?
Or perhaps a cosplay and a crafter?
So many things I love to do but which one do I choose? Must I pick one or can I be all of them?

Just around the river bend, waiting just around the river bend!
I look one more, Impact craters research talk,
Now out the door, Pokemon and Ingress walk.
What I'm here for, why do all my dreams extend just around the river bend, just around the river bend?

Should I take the smoothest course?
Flow along so easily.
Save myself anxiety?
Is all my dreaming at an end?

Or is my destiny still somewhere out there?  Just around the river bend!



Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam

NaPoWriMo Day 1

Hello!

It's NaPoWriMo again and I am back to share my poetry.

The prompt for today was to write a poem about your favourite bird.  While I do love blue jays, it's the chickadee that's my favourite so here is my poem.  It's based off the sound of their bird call.

Chickadee

Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
What a happy little bird

Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
Calling out to me

Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
All black and brown and white

Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
Sitting in a tree


Thanks for reading!

Attentea Danaxam