NaPoWriMo Day 5: Weather Beaten But Not Out

 

 

Beckoning me to come to him

he sent invisible vibes

the wind could hear

and, of course, Me.

 

We had been friends, ages

ago, but moments of business

mostly, living mundane lives

for common day survival.

 

We had lived existence, racing

at will, not pausing to reflect,

we moved on, memories brushed aside,

weather-beaten emotions cast away.

 

On another note, maybe, ignored

the friend hiding within us

forgotten for long, down but not out -

my hope for a recharged friendship.

 

What had gone was not going to come back

A loss in time yes, but the sapling just withered.

The tree could still grow.

The bridge could make us meet.

 

So, I am accepting his vibes, invisible or not.

Flying to meet him despite having fought.

Interested we both are in taking the walk together.

Worried no longer of animosity in weather.

Prompt from https://www.napowrimo.net/day-five-8/: Using a favourite poem to form your own poem using The alphabet of each line and writing that many verses as in the chosen poem. My poem is Emily Dickinson's Because I Could Not Stop For Death.

NaPoWriMo 21: Day 3: Bamboozling Day

 

Juggling dreams keep me

clear headed, a day waiting

to be conquered, denying

me the chance to cast a challenge

and maybe, win?

 

Claustrophobic vibes threaten

my hazy reflections, forcing me

to think ahead, not pause in

lethargic rendering of a note gone haywire!

Cheat codes hoodwink my system,

 I live life on coding terms,

less on perception, more on deception

as if knotting myself in the embrace of a python!

 

NaPoWriMo21 DAY 2: SOUL APPROVED ROUTE

 

Fuelled by father’s dreams for me,

I galloped like a horse unbridled

rushing, lunging towards a goal

I knew nothing about.

 

New landscapes colored my horizon.

Stranger perceptions forced through

my measly existence, still I carried on

pausing but never actually reflecting,

 

to wonder why I was taking a route

I was not passionate about, why not

allow my aspirations to take wings

and fly towards the heavens that let you be

 

yourself, praying for a divine message,

I tripped, faltering in the race to win,

I stumbled on the path I recognized as mine,

an unlevelled track that my soul approved as fine.

 

Prompt: Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken 

NEW HORIZONS : NaPoWriMo: Day 1

 

Clusters of scorching dust

wedge into the interiors of my mind

letting lose lava that colors my world red

brightening the ambiance that trumpets

 into new horizons, galaxies flowing

into my universe, transforming bland into bold,

limp into lively, colours spraying to form shapes

of the unknown, darkness sprouting up

silhouettes of a psyche, I didn’t know

existed, moulding eyes that penetrate into my soul

connecting into cultures I absorb into the old,

uneven paths of my past widening into a world

of joy fulfilling voids left behind by orphaned memories.

Prompt: 

Sun Ra Arkestra - Seductive Fantasy (A Chad Van Gaalen animation)

An Early Bird Prompt - A Memory from Beyond

 

Covered from head to toe.

Of a different culture though.

And yet, you seem as if  someone I knew

from a land filled with flowers and dew.

Why do you seem to call out to me

even though unknown, inviting me for tea

when all I would desire is your presence

in private, a friend, a lover, would take make sense?

The burning lamp sends messages via your silhouette.

I receive the coded love hidden, true I bet.

Meet we cannot as of now

I promise, we will get together someday, somehow!

(early bird prompt from https://www.napowrimo.net/ for the April month of poetry taken from the  Fujiwara no Teika (1162-1241))