NaPoWriMo 2018, Poetry
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NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Two: In The End

A mouse can’t eat an elephant,

not in one sitting at least.

That’s what we can boil it down to,

the basics of possibility

in that everything

becomes an eventuality

eventually.

When you learn

to scuff the corners off time,

it becomes something else.

I like to shake it out

as if it were a tablecloth

on the front steps.

Free the crumbs

into the wind

and see what grows

when the tides settle

enough

for things to find a place.

When I’m done

I use the same folds

to pack it away.

No harm in that.

Better than bending time

into shapes it won’t understand.

Hidden,

it can’t do much

but carry on as it was,

idling the hours away,

the minutes, the moments,

the breathes.

I wonder

if time can waste itself?

Perhaps the dark ages

were teenage years,

where getting out of bed

seemed pointless.

It was easier

to let things muddle by

without any real effort.

Asteroids were an eraser

but like any chalk board

a few ghosts get left behind.

They only bothered

to try clearing it all once.

Maybe they lost the ladder

used to reach the top

so these days

they only blitz

patches they can reach.

You would have thought

that in this sort of era

an upgrade would be called for,

a whiteboard at least,

less mess to clear up

at the bottom of the world.

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And now for our daily prompt (optional as always). I’ve found this one rather useful in trying to ‘surprise’ myself into writing something I wouldn’t have come up with otherwise. Today, I’d like you to take one of the following statements of something impossible, and then write a poem in which the impossible thing happens:

The sun can’t rise in the west.

A circle can’t have corners.

Pigs can’t fly.

The clock can’t strike thirteen.

The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the sky.

A mouse can’t eat an elephant.

 

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-four year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

8 Comments

  1. what fun carol! that one grabbed me too! Have you thought about reworking it, making it a little tighter?

    • Maybe. I try to not spend too much time on the NaPoWriMo prompts. I had a screenwriting competition I need to focus on today as well so my time has been a bit strained.

  2. Pingback: NaPoWriMo / GloPoWriMo 2018 – Day 22 – “The Stars Spell Out Your Name” by David Ellis | toofulltowrite (I've started so I'll finish)

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