NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 19
19 Apr 2018 Category: poetry
Dizzy
Sitting on the edge
legs over nothing
abstract ground below
my head tumbling
not too high for vertigo
no decision made
falling
forward into air
Sixty seconds of freefall
landing on welcome ground
legs made of sponge
shaking in relief
Night always falls
I’m still plummeting
moments rushing past,
cold bright, unknowable
if I ever look down
the same giddiness
as the oncoming future
rushes up to meet me
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 18
18 Apr 2018 Category: poetry
Found
We lost you there momentarily.
You rambled outside the borders
of yourself. There is no map,
no GPS to locate your lost
and wandering thoughts.
Where do we go in those inbetween
times? It was only a minute,
maybe two. One moment at your desk,
the next outside, sitting by a tree.
Where did your mind roam, while your
body navigated the world blind?
Welcome back from the unknown.
Have a look around, it’s all yours.
Each second created sparkling new.
A discovery hidden in each...
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 17
17 Apr 2018 Category: poetry
Escape
In the dissonant hours, when clouds
envelop you, when your feet are lead,
when the city is monochrome,
grab my hand tight and together
we will forget about gravity,
(the rules are merely optional)
and saunter together into the sky
to conga above the clouds.
Our flight will be in technicolour.
No longer constrained, we will strut
and hop, leave behind the stratosphere
and pirouette between the stars.
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 16
16 Apr 2018 Category: poetry
Spiders
Spinning, dancing aerialists on
invisible wires, barely noticing
the breeze. How different the
world must seem, suspended
on the strongest nothing.
You twirl and whirl in mid-air,
crawling on a sunbeam.
Gravity is nothing to you.
I watch you retreat to
forgotten corners, where
you will weave intricate traps,
watching the room with
eight unblinking eyes.
I shall leave you to spin your
patterns and clear out the flies.
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 15
15 Apr 2018 Category: poetry
Wilderness
Let vines, grass and leaves
wrap around the concrete,
work fine tendrils into cracks.
Let new life blanket our buses.
Fauna will reclaim the streets,
swallow our bricks and tiles
in a slow, relentless grip,
taking decades for demolition.
This land was never ours to own,
we were just renting these acres.
Let cities be fresh air factories again.
Abandon houses to abundant green.
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 14
14 Apr 2018 Category: poetry
Parallel
The clouds have been kind for once.
I have no other choice than to lie
in a field and let the sun dry me out.
This moment hangs. Birds hover,
suspended instead of swooping.
Luxuriating in the magnificence
of just being, I half close my eyes.
In the edges of my weak vision,
uncountable universes multiply
trillions spinning from every second,
slight variations on every rule.
Where this pleasant sun burns
too fast and too bright. Where I am in this
same field but with a...
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 13
13 Apr 2018 Category: poetry
Bang
10- A diplomatic communication is mistranslated.
9- A chemical plant triples its production.
8- Grass continues to grow, stubbornly ignorant.
7- In a small country, a single bullet is fired.
6- Denial, lies, confusion. More denial, more lies, more confusion.
5- I try to do nothing but inhale and exhale slowly.
4- The pavements are buried under a blizzard of newspaper.
3- Everyone is shouting but words have been forgotten.
2- A hawk hovers above the motorway, waiting to strike.
1- Without speaking, we agree to stay in bed....
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 12
12 Apr 2018 Category: poetry
Garrulous
One fine, excessively pleasant morning
where Cirrius Unicus clouds were perfectly
placed over an azure sky, the colour of course,
[I’m lost and frightened]
caused by Rayleigh scattering in the upper atmosphere
first proposed by Lord Rayleigh in the year 1871
AD, and which is similar but not the same as
the Tyndall effect, discovered by John Tyndall
[like a child without it’s parent]
in 1860 AD, who used a tube of gases to simulate
the sky and discovered the wavelengths scattering
[trapped in a dark forest]
and it was under this...
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 11
11 Apr 2018 Category: poetry
Scattered
I throw scrawled notebook pages
into the welcoming hands of the wind.
Radio tuned to static, droning
sound of the cosmic background radiation.
The direction of the breeze is unknown,
Chaos emerging from simple rules.
Occasionally, ticker tape cannons explode,
gold and silver cascade in random paths.
I have been carried by circumstance,
destinations visited by a roll of the dice.
Planets and galaxies are just seeds
clumped together, growing where they land.
My thoughts are carried over the fields
away from me and into the air beyond.
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 10
10 Apr 2018 Category: poetry
Unwritten
I had been sleeping in segments
like an essay you can’t concentrate on
and write in sloppy short paragraphs
before stopping. I was inbetween waking
and dreaming most days, half asleep
in the day, half awake at night.
That one night I must have been asleep
although I felt wide awake and wired.
My vision was engulfed in brightness;
beautiful vision of shock and awe,
hideous in its consuming beauty.
I knew, instinctively, like pulling
your hand from the fire, this was
a Being five dimensions...
Napowrimo 2018 Day 9
09 Apr 2018 Category: poetry
Control
Start a brand new to-do list- Buy some healthy food
- Look for a course, enlist
-
Try to improve my mood
- Reply back to my landlord
- Exercise- maybe jog?
- Buy replacement chalkboard
-
Ignore the constant smog
- Attempt to be clean and floss
- Try not to sleep all day
- Pretend the world isn’t chaos
- Try to order it anyway
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 8
08 Apr 2018 Category: poetry
Aquatic
When the ice caps finally melted,
flooding the globe one hot summer,
consuming many major cities,
We were caught ignorant and unaware.
It had been foretold and predicted
by scientists all over the world
for long, fruitless decades.
We would not listen to their stories.
Many millions of mouths opened wide
not understanding the approaching wave
then filled too quickly with water.
They sank into the icy darkness.
Those that remained grew gills,
webbed fingers and toes overnight
remembered how to swim at depths.
We began...
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 7
07 Apr 2018 Category: poetry
Gleaming
Everything is precious in this early light.
A fox shuffles between discarded kebabs,
with shimmering fur, golden and new.
A high-rise, shining, is a forgotten temple.
Glass shards scattered over the pavement
are countless stars, illuminating the tarmac.
Emerald leaves grow from amber branches
to shine on us both, staggering stragglers,
almost home, with the rarest crystals for eyes.
Overnight, this city was built again out of silver,
just for me and you, my sapphire love.
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 6
06 Apr 2018 Category: poetry
Fog
The white cliffs had no end,
edges eaten by cloud,
an invisible sea below.
I think it was New Year
- or was that another place,
another time, another life?
We inched along the path,
lost amongst the static,
all context erased.
I know as we turned back
it grew thick around us,
Speech swallowed into silence.
I think it was two years ago.
Details have become indistinct,
blurred by the inevitable fog.
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 5
05 Apr 2018 Category: poetry
Boundary
I am mostly empty,
Ninety-nine percent space.
A rough carbon frame
held up by electricity.
There is no border between
my body and the world.
Dreams bleed out into
the air, leaping sparks
carried by electrons
into continual near nothing
I touch a table and
almost fall through.
In that last fraction
lies everything.
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