Category: NaPoWriMo 2016

That was April

This April, I joyfully embarked on the journey of the A to Z blog challenge and NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month). And what I won’t tell is that I was registered for Camp NaNoWriMo also. A full exciting month ahead. Now, I look back and this is what April looks like. 19/26 A to Z…

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Strong hearts, strong souls

Little drum little drum, please show me how to sing* Little drum little drum, please show me how to sing Rising like a moon with breathless beauty Feeble tremors awakening our sleeping hearts So my voice can be heard So my voice can be heard So my voice can be heard One voice chanting the…

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Heart in a jar

There is a heart in a jar made of glass Protected piece of art in a deserted museum Its colour so bright it makes you wonder If it will ever come to life I stare for long hours annoyed by the silence Of this abandoned treasure laying lifeless Screaming at the glass hoping for a…

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“Entice y pasion”

It needs just a swift image A memory of touch Fragrances of feathery words To reveal a blazing passion It needs just a sweet promise Of delirious nights and delights An enticing scent of poetry To set ablaze a raging fire Seduction and passion In a whirlwind of patience A cascade of laughter And silenced desires…

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Where our fairy tales have gone

… For Clemence 1995-2016 He walks with acute intention A boiling vengeance in his rotten heart A task asked for, no, a mission In which, unknowingly, she will take part She would pay for them all Their disdain and dismissal He responded to the inner command Cold steel in his firm hand She dreams of flowers…

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Always the first letter

I lay lifeless on a blank page Thirsty for ink, craving words The first letter hit me quietly Punching a hole in my resignation A soft feather with pearls of ink Soaking slowly the dry leather of my cover The first word slides tenderly On snow skin, cold still from the prolonged coma Words after…

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Quiet streets

Quiet streets of broken dreams A cry stolen behind closed doors That no one heard That everyone ignored But, A whisper, a rumour Running underneath the shiny smiles Is it her? Was it him? I heard… Quiet illusions fading As one day the sun stopped shining And the night reign supreme In a broken heart…

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Her vast mind

                                          *to my mother her feet slightly touched the floor enough to feel the chill running up her spine night after night she woke up to his voice calling come with me we will roam…

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