Na/GloPoWriMo

2022 NaPoWriMo – Day 2 (Obscure Words)

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Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write your own prose poem that is a story about the body. write a poem based on a word featured in a tweet from Haggard Hawks, an account devoted to obscure and interesting English words. 

Daily, I trudged through the deep snow,

Tired, from the simplest of tasks,

Doing, whatever you asked,

Surviving, the greatest of blows. 






I forgot what life looked like in the light. 










Still, even in the dark,





I waited for life to bloom.





I weathered your cold heart,





even as it froze my own.










I thought, soon, soon, 





life would rise with what I’d sown. 










Comforted, by thoughts of spring,





of time working it’s magic on me,





I wanted, I waited expectedly.










Afterwinter,





with it’s failed expectations,





it’s lingering affectations.










I listen for a chirp in the distance,





as proof there is indeed life beyond this. 




















 

			

	


				
					


	

			
2022 NaPoWriMo – Day 1 (Prose Poetry)
		

				

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Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write your own prose poem that is a story about the body. 





You animate your body awkwardly, like you are using the wrong muscles for the wrong movements. I watch you untangle yourself from your desk, lumbering limbs you loosen out, angled arms you arrange around—unwrinkling yourself up. I want to readjust you like my trainer does my own body: “Pull back the shoulders, straighten the back, use the core,” she repeats like a mantra. You lean to the left when you walk. It’s quirky, or maybe an injury. I want to nudge you to the right, hold you in place. One day, we are finally formally introduced. “Nice to meet you,” you say with the biggest grin that’s ever been. I feel everything escape my body. All that is left is a desire to see you smile again, to be the one that makes you smile. I jerk my hand forward awkwardly, almost punching you in the gut. “Nice to meet you too.” 






			

	


				
					


	

			
Drop
		

				

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I 





 drop 





   hints and eloquence.





I





  drop





    bad habits, old friends, 





    all the make pretends. 





I 





  drop





    my heart anxiously,





    my stomach constantly, in knots. 





I drop what I forgot.





I 





  drop





   masks and too hard tasks.





I





  drop 





    to my knees, praying, begging please. 





I drop what is heavy, what I don’t need.





I 





  drop 





    conditions and expectations,





    pretenses and messes. 





I





  drop 





    tears that linger 





    at the cusp of my chin.





I drop fights I cannot win.





I 





 drop shows and stories before their





 endings so I can go on pretending. 





I 





  drop 





    words of comfort, love notes and hope.





I drop it for you. For the you that will maybe, someday, pick it all up and offer it back to me, an understanding, of all I have lost and all that I still am.











			

	


				
					


	

			
Excavate
		

				

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You can tell me a thousand times,
that everything will be alright,
but that doesn’t make it true,
especially coming from you.





There is nowhere left to hide,
when I’ve used up all my lies,
there’s nothing left of me inside.





I don’t want to die,
I just don’t want this life,
I’ve tried to hint, that I’m not in this,
but what difference does it make,
when everyone feels the same?





But what happens to me,
when I’m emptied?





It’s been too long,
it’s been too few,
I can’t seem to get through,
especially to you.





I’m raising my white flag,
I’ve had enough of that,
Enemies now seem,
like friends to me,
hoping for peace,
I’m suffering.





I’m being tossed in the sea,
endlessly, trying to breathe.
Give me a break,
before you take and you take,





Stuck in these walls,
they know it all,
and I’m leaving it here.





When you excavate,
this lonely place,
all you’ll find, is my pain.






			

	


				
					


				
					


	

			
NaPoWriMo Day 11 – Letter Exchange
		

				

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Dear Author





It’s not fair,
to end my story,
here.





Tell me there’s an epilogue,
before long,
or a sequel,
where I get free will.

I need more pages,
of your imagination.
I need more time,
in your mind. 

Dear Character,





I’m afraid,
I can’t be swayed,
Your storyline’s through,
I have no words,
left for you. 






			

	


				
					


	

			
NaPoWriMo Day 10: Junk Drawer Song
		

				

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I have Band-Aids to heal wounds from knives,
and should have thought twices,

I have alcohol wipes, to reduce the risk,
that anything sticks.

I have gauze, to wrap a wound,
of any cause, to include
burns, and bees, and 
the clumsiness of me. 





I have cold compresses, for hot messes, 
or heating pads, for muscles mad.





I have pills to hold the hurt, 
or curse words to let it burst,

But I have nothing,
nothing,
to heal,
the painful parts,
of my heart.






			

	


				
					


	

			
NaPoWriMo – Day 17 (Forgotten Tech)
		

				

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Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem that features forgotten technology. (Photo is of my refurbished 1938 Underwood Champion!)


Sometimes,

I feel as obsolete,

as an antique,

typewriter—

My stories used to delight her,

until I fell out of favor.


Typewriter

			

	


				
					


				
					


	

			
NaPoWriMo – Day 15 (Music)
		

				

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Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem inspired by your favorite kind of music.


Okay, clearly I am way behind on NaPoWriMo, but I have a decent reason. I had to focus on finishing my capstone and graduating with my Master’s in Health Systems Administration (not easy going back to school in your 30s, but I am DONE!). This means I have more time to focus on my writing now, and I plan to still finish NaPoWriMo, albeit later.


So, back to the prompt, my favorite genre of music is country. I imagine this poem being sung in the style of Girl Crush by Little Big Town. I don’t know why, but that song was in my head when I wrote it, and I do love the song!


I’m lovesick,

there’s no cure for this,

as much as I wish,

I can’t get over it.


I’m achin’ for your touch,

my body’s heating up,

it’s serious, I’m delirious,

thinking of you,

there’s nothing I can do,

I’m lovesick for you.


I wish I could recover,

find another lover,

to feel less weak,

and find some peace,

but there’s no relief.


My head hurts from all the thinking,

dreaming, and make believing,

I’ve forgotten what’s it’s like,

to not have you infecting my mind.


I’m lovesick,

there’s no cure for this,

if you only knew how,

I’m suffering now,

put me out of my misery,

and say you’ll never love me.


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