Tag / #glopowrimo

by Carol J Forrester

Slowly Goes By So Quick – #NaPoWriMo Day Three

Does it count as taking your time,

pausing between each item

fingers on clasps,

heartbeat a tempo dancing

beneath the skin

in a skip, skip rhythm

I felt against my breastbone.

 

Slid my foot along the seat

of a chair like the one I sat in,

bare skin cold

against the plastic.

 

Counted the buttons,

two,

four,

six,

stopped

when they ran out

and fabric hung loose

from my shoulders.

 

Open.

 

Parted my thighs the same,

slow,

or maybe fast,

the motion of it blurred

in memory

distracted by your face

close to mine.

 

Open

mouthed.

 

Kissed you,

slowly.

 

Open legs.

 

I won’t say what we did

next.

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by Carol J Forrester

Cascade #NaPoWriMo #DVersePoetics

You have to swim here.

Kick to keep afloat,

and scoop the water

into yourself,

with arms winged

either side

of a weightless body.

 

Dug out by the flow,

a pool deepened

by cascade.

A bridge

masked by track

and concrete.

This place

is thick green

almost jungle.

 

Clear

right to the sand,

easy to pretend

I know this place.

Too well

to be tricked.

Safety in confidence

I say.

 

Water washes all clear

away,

but to where,

and when,

will it come to shore

again?

 

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A prompt mash up tonight. Ending on a question for NaPoWriMo Day Two and ‘Cascade‘ for dVersePoetsPub poetics night.

by Carol J Forrester

Sift The Sands – #NaPoWriMo Day One

Slip your hands beneath the ocean,

sift the sands,

though the debris laid to rest

and the bones of forgotten things

boiled down to soup stock

in the murk.

 

There is still a thread there,

find it.

A silver of something live,

whispering as an eel

beyond your fingertips.

 

But you are not the trap

or the bait

or the line.

You are the caught thing,

the lost thing,

the forgotten thing.

 

Slip your hands beneath the ocean

and find yourself.

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by Carol J Forrester

Megaera – #NaPoWriMo #EarlyBirdPrompt

They name me

jealous one.

Plait snake through my hair,

till it rises about my shoulders

a mane of venom.

 

Perhaps this is true enough.

 

They say I crush men,

the ones who come to me

through their own will

and actions.

Lay the cruelty of betrayal

at my feet.

 

I am not my sisters,

blood avenger, unceasing

in pursuit.

I am an emotion painted

upon every action

I set forth.

 

I am furious and bright,

burning beyond recognition

till they shield their eyes

and call me ugly.

 

I am a woman of power.

 

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I’m so excited that it’s NaPoWriMo again and I get to drive in with the Early Bird Prompt. For anyone who doesn’t know what NaPoWriMo is, it’s an annual poetry challenge that takes place over April. The idea is to write a poem a day for all of April, resulting in 30 poems in total. (31 if you include the Early Bird Prompt). The NaPoWriMo site provides prompts if you want to use them but the main idea is to just sit down and write every day, in very much the same way as NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month).

If you’re interested then click the badge above to check out the website and then crack open those pens and pads. There is poetry waiting to be written.

by Carol J Forrester

NaPoWriMo Wrap Up – Megha Sood

Megha Sood is an avid reader, loves to sing, an ardent lover of poetry and sometimes can scribble few lines too. She has worked in the IT field for almost a decade as a manager, worked crazy hours and traveled around the world. She is also a contributing author at GoDogGO Cafe,Whisper and the Roar and Poets Corner.

Her works have been featured in GoDogGoCafe, Whisper and the Roar, Duane Poetree, Visual Verse, Poets Corner, Modern poetry, Spillwords,Indian periodicals and soon to be featured in Literary heist,Morality park, Poets head and many more.

You can find her work at meghasworldsite.wordpress.com

How it started:

This is my first time taking part in NaPOWriMo as I started writing poetry last September.
Being on the author panel of few literary collectives, I was already aware of April being the National Poetry Month and I decided to roll out an anthology about the “Sexual Exploitation of Women”on my personal blog .While researching about the National poetry Month I came to know about the #NaPoWriMo started by Maureen Thompson and searched further and came to know about the prompts released by http://www.napowrimo.net/about/ for every 30 days of April.

It was fun and inspiring to read the works of fellow bloggers everyday and I got inspired in the process which showed in my writings. My following poem reflects the struggle and the pain a poet go through while creating the little bits of creativity and what goes around in his mind.

We are poets

“Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

We all are trying to touch the bottom of the madness
the absolute end
to visualize how
far we can stretch our insanity
and how much it can
take the pressure and survive
till it breaks down and
shatters into small bits of
craziness and false identity
We all are trying to get to this bottomless pit
scraping and digging our way down
building our own graves
like a scared mouse,
clutching its way down
blinding running away from the reality
We are all trying to
get to the end of this abyss
the pandemonium
to save our souls
living in the dreadful reality
We let our parched quill
scratch and pull at the scabs
to feel the essence of words
buried deep in our psyche
We let it soak in the crimson blood
of our proverbial existence
running deep in our fecund veins
mocking our mortality
We are poets,
We all are trying to
touch the bottom of the
madness,
one which gives
voice to our deep
soliloquy
We are poets,
an epitome of insanity.

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