NaPoWriMo Day 5

 Hello!

For today's prompt it involved picking things off a chart.  Without any context, I picked "gradually becoming a disaster", "power ballad", and the words vampire, centaur, moonlight and roses.  And here is the crazy sh!t I came up with. lol Enjoy!

Under pale moonlight
the lovers gather near
in the secret grove
a place they both hold dear.

The roses grow around
while the centaur and the vampire
and their forbidden love
both hearts are set afire.

It starts with an embrace
a gentle lovers caress
their passions burn so strong
and soon start too undress.

A passionate kiss
a kiss of love so true
but then the vampire sinks his teeth
it is what his kind do.

The centaur cries in pain
but passion holds her close
her blood now seeps away
a danger this does pose.

The vampire drinks deep
his urges can't be controlled
the centaur she grows weak
her skin becomes ice-cold.

When finally it ends
and the lovers come apart
what the vampire sees
it breaks his undead heart. 

He's killed his lover true
has consumed all of her blood
the centaur's body there
just lying in the mud. 

The vampire flees the scene
never to return
he will close his heart to love
from her death he will learn. 

Thanks for reading!

NaPoWriMo Day 4

 Hello!

The prompt for today is to write a poem about living with art.  I started by thinking about the art that I have on my walls.  I still have many things that I want to hang up, but one of the things I've had up since I moved a year ago are my Magic the Gathering cards.  I have a bunch where I really love the art and so they are framed and hanging on a wall as art, and not the collectable playing cards they are.  I decided to use that as the inspiration for my poem.  Enjoy!

Fancy Bits of Cardboard

Fancy little bits of cardboard
hanging on my wall,
A premium printed card game,
is it really art at all?

Many will collect these cards
to play a little game,
And while I do have cards like that,
these ones are not the same. 

The artists have spent time and care
to make these illustrations,
Of space and planets and strange new worlds,
new places from imagination. 

I hang this cardboard on my wall
so I can see all day, 
The beauty of these far off worlds,
these cards are art per se. 

Thanks for reading!

NaPoWriMo Day 3

 Hello!

Today's prompt is to write a poem that explains why you are something and not another thing.  Through work I have been reflecting on why I studied astronomy, when clearly I could have also made a good engineer. I decided to use that as the theme for my poem.  Enjoy!

I've always had a curiosity for how things work
Yet my mind wanders to space and what mysteries lurk.

What gears and springs and mechanics make this go
But what's hiding in our solar system, or beyond, I must know.

I love building with Lego, with blocks, and Meccano too
But in the mysteries of astronomy, my interest in them grew.

The path of engineering, a natural progression for my mind
But it would be in astronomy, my passion I would find. 

Thanks for reading!

NaPoWriMo Day 2

 Hello!

For today's prompt... well I was too tired and cranky to try and figure it out.  My brain is sleepy and the weather is miserable so I wrote about that.  In haikus because they are easy for me.  Enjoy!

Rain lulls me to sleep
It is warm and safe inside
Why am I at work?

What is one to do
When the wind blows and the rain falls
But you're far from home.

The comfort of sleep
My mind drifts away to dreams
Now is not the time. 

Thanks for reading.

NaPoWriMo Day 1

 Hello!

Today's prompt was to write a poem using inspiration from terminology from music or art.  I chose "Ostinato" which is a part that repeats the same rhythm or melodic event.  While looking through the list of musical terms that word resonated (pun intended) with me based on some personal experiences I've had lately. Enjoy!

Ostinato Legacy

When I was there I participated,
lead and planned so many things. 
To me it was fun, a passion,
Creating a rhythm to clubs and events. 

Years later I return, my part in it all long forgotten. 
but ostinato is present.
The same passion echoes through the students today. 
My hidden legacy in the rhythm repeated through time. 

Thanks for reading, 

NaPoWriMo Early Bird

 Hello!

It's that time of year again!  NaPoWriMo 2025 has begun! Wooo!  I'm looking forward to writing poems again and seeing what I can create this month. 

To get things started, the prompt was to write a poem about a portrait.  While on my way into work this morning I wasn't sure what portrait I wanted to use, but after just a few minutes at work my day became very chaotic and frustrating.  I wanted a portrait to reflect that and googled some paintings, and came across The Scream by Edvard Munch.  I'm not sure if it's actually a portrait, but it was close enough and reflected my feelings this morning.  I also wanted to phrase the poem in such a way as to have the reader question, "is she still talking about the picture or her life?", I hope I conveyed that feeling. Enjoy!

The Scream

The Scream echoes through my soul
a swirl of colours and chaos around me.
one day away and everything is in disarray.

My hands to my face as a stretch elongated,
the frustration building to anger and anxiety,
wanting to release in a scream. 

The headache building behind my eyes,
others pass oblivious to my state,
the world out of focus for me. 

The Scream to release the feelings within. 

Thanks for reading!  And here's to a great NaPoWriMo ahead!