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Old 04-03-2012, 01:26 AM View Post #1 (Link) NaPoWriMo Share Thread
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(Yes, I realize the title is terrible. If you have a better idea, let me know and I will change it.)

First, you should head over to Isis' thread, in which she is posting pictures and the like each day to inspire people on their journey to complete NaPoWriMo. She's posting some cool stuff!

Now for this thread:
The point of this thread is to give us a space to share our efforts. If you are blogging your progress, then you can post the links to the poems here. If not, you can post the poems. Either way works.

Easy enough, no?

This is my first entry (technically for day two -- I will catch-up eventually):

"Tree of Life"

Hope you all like it.
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Old 04-03-2012, 01:54 AM View Post #2 (Link)
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Beautiful.
Today's try is here in the threadbox, unedited, unfinished (because I still have two hours to midnight!).
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I'm doing an altered version of napo where I write a minimum of three poems each week, but each poem has to push a boundary for me. I have to try something completely new in each one, and not like "Oh I used a theme I don't usually use", rather things like "I used a collage of narratives to try to show the emotional progression of an experience" or some other concept that allows me to find new things. Just thought I'd share in case anyone else feels like doing it.
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I'm going to post my NaPo poems here for y'all because my blog sucks.

Day One.
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Quartet

Structured like the lights in the sky
Stretched – breaking point,
Rubber and fingers,
Articulate and precise.

Sweet, melodic music
Glitter rippling through the air,
Settling to the ground,
Teasing sparks of kisses.

Buttercup, liquid
Rays’ pouncing off
The incisors of life,
Reflecting, a mirror
Of sky.

Crumbling, foaming waves.
Tumbling over broken,
Cracked pearls of
The sea. An embrace of
Gentle surf.

Sprouting from the clouds of white
Fluffing, gentle winks of life
A sparkling green of bold light
Twisting, twinkling,
Wrapped around your wrists.
A bracelet of grace

Fluttering wings,
A beating heart,
Lovesick eyes,
Radiant
Lapping across the pencil box blue

A quartet of colours
Shapes of shadows torn in the light
Gentle, blossoming touches
Of spring.
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Day one
Day two
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Old 04-03-2012, 08:48 PM View Post #6 (Link)
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My second entry: "No Small Place"

Still behind a poem, but I'm working on it.
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Dissatisfied with this, but here goes. Poem four.
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And here's my third entry (still behind by one poem): "To a Gay Child"

Obviously, it's related to an issue important to a lot of us on this site.
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NapoWriMo #1: The Mango Tree
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I remember as a kid
looking up at that mango tree
with my big eyes its yellow fruit glinted like gold in the sun
This is mine I muttered
with every strength, every ounce of soul I climbed across the
the trunk of the mango tree
its haggard skin scratching my skin.
But I did not falter.
Despite those small hands,
I reached the branches,
walked upon them,
tiptoeing, balancing with my hands outstretched–so to speak–
until it was there, from nose-to-nose.
Its brown patches once invisible glinted in the sun
maggots entering in and out,
through my nose
I panicked–a vile odour–
And fell off the tree

I couldn’t smell ever since.



#2: The man who became an apple
Spoiler:
So, I became an apple
unwittingly unknowingly
overnight, whilst sleeping
beside my wife.

I was as red as
the scarlet sheets
in the bed
where I was camouflaged,
couldn’t be seen,
the lump of a pillow.

When my wife woke up
she shouted
‘dearie, dearie, where are you?’
at the top of her lungs,
her eyes covered in a sleep mask
she pulled up the façade
and stopped shouting
started muttering obscenities
at the sound of a buzz
as if scared to get caught
‘good for nothing, two faced cheater’
she’d say.

Blamed me for coming up late
business matters, the money
draped us in happiness
then in gay upheaval
sold the soul she’d say
business matters, I say
just sexing it up
keep the right clients intact
and the right secretaries
within my reach.

She got up and I rolled down
the marble floor
an inaudible sound
a small dent in my flesh
a slight juice on the sheet
god that was a fortune.

But she didn’t hear anything
and with one step
and I was squashed.

God I didn’t want to die like this

The inheritor of my will
My very Own killer



#3: The kid who mistook himself for a cat.
Spoiler:
I was never loved as a child
broke, neglected, left to fend for rats
the cats were my only friends.

Soon, I forgot the human language.
Purring , hissing, playing with my
fabric tail, I would soon cough up yarn,
and move on four, licking my hands
off dirt, fishing fish, my height the disadvantage,
but best of all
I’ve fallen in love with a cat.

I tried everything for her
to acknowledge
my feline existence:
licked her face, brought rotten fish
bones, gave my yarn, but none worked.
Out of desperation, I asked her why,
she wouldn’t acknowledge me.

‘You’re human’, she tells me
and at that moment thunder struck
I ran and ran as the rain poured down heavily,
stopping at a puddle to look at my reflection,
in a daze, my face, my eyes, my nose,
I was, indeed, human.

And a tunnel of light came fleeting in
and a violent sound that broke my ears
then in a second I lost all nine lives
reverting back to my old human form


#4: The Devil’s offer
Spoiler:
My knowledge of economics only extends to iGCSE, so I apologise for the inaccuracies and misconceptions in advance. Anyway, quite happy this evening! Quite productive, haha.

Should I sell my soul to the devil?
Depends.

In what golden coins, what human values
is he worth?

How much does he offer?
In what currency?

Well, I for one look at the exchange rate,
the elusive goods in the foreign exchange market

Has the currency devalued or increased?
The dollar, the euro, the yen or the yuan?

But most of all, can the devil speak?
Or is he too tongue tied like most politicians?

The businessman in red thinks so
while those with wings think I should run away.

Again, like a speculator, I assess the conditions.
And in the end I conclude that it is not worth it.
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This feels simply too simple to be any good. Day five.
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