Heartwarming and inspirational fiction
NaPoWriMo day eight and here’s poem number six, it’s called The Big Man Left the Kettle On. Only two behind now – back on track by the weekend, hopefully….
I think the Big Man left the kettle on this morning
‘Cause when I woke up the world was all steamed up.
I imagine a huge kettle on a gigantic old gas hob boiling away.
Maybe the postman called and he got distracted,
forgot it was there.
It can happen.Continue reading “The Big Man Left the Kettle On”
NaPoWriMo day eight and here’s poem number five, Dogs, for all those who think my poems are sometimes too dark…
Dogs are fun
They like to run
They like to jump
They like to hump
They like to stroll
They like to roll
Dogs like to leap and bound
They like to circle round and round
They like being rather silly
They like to lick their doggy willy
They like to barf, they like to fart
They like to sniff your special parts
Dogs are always happy
Being with their human chappy
Dogs are stupid, dogs are smart
Their crazy antics win your heart
Dogs are not a fussy lot
They’ll eat anything you’ve got
Dogs are cool
Dogs rule
Yeah.
NaPoWriMo day seven and here’s poem number four, The Naughty Step.
Eyes raw and stinging;
snot flows freely
onto a face full
of angry blotches;
cheeks puff in time
to indignant sobs.Continue reading “The Naughty Step”
Day Seven and here’s poem number three. It’s called Red Shoes…
Red shoes calling to me
through the window
glossy and sleek
pretty black bows.
Kitten heels purring sweetly
on the display
try me buy me
take me with you.Continue reading “Red Shoes”
Day Six and poem number two . This poem is called The Bird Watcher
Picking through the thicket
he stops at the sight of
beating wings
close-packed at the feeders.
Chaffinches;
Great Tits;
Yellowhammers.Continue reading “The Bird Watcher”
Day Six of my belated start to NaPoWriMo and here is poem number one. It’s called Long Gone…
When you get back
weary from the day
looking for comfort
I’ll be long gone.
When you wait for me
at the table on which
we broke our bread
I’ll be long gone.Continue reading “Long Gone”
Last year I took the NaPoWriMo challenge to write a new poem every day in the month of April. I enjoyed it so much I decided to do it again this year. Unfortunately I chose 1st April to go away for a few days without my computer so this is a belated start. To make up for my tardiness I will aim to post two poems a day until I’ve made up the gap. If you want to check out NaPoWriMo and other would be poets, here’s the link
“Do you remember that blue silk dress,
pale blue, like a summer sky?
Your movie star dress we called it.”
“I went dancing in it.”
“You looked like Grace Kelly in that dress.”
Your lips form a small pink bow.
I catch a glimpse of Grace.Continue reading “Fading Star”
So far in 2014, my most productive month was April when I took part in my first ever NaPoWriMo . It was pretty hard going for me to knock out thirty new poems in as many days on top of my day job but it was worth it. I follow one or two prodigious writers/poets who leave me constantly amazed by the quantity and quality of work they manage to put out there on a daily basis. What can I say, I am very jealous.
As to my NaPoWriMo effort, I was particularly pleased with some of the poems and I’ve since gone back and polished them up a bit. There were also some real stinkers in there that no amount of Mr Sheen was ever going to improve so I doubt I’ll revisit them in a hurry. As the saying goes – no matter how hard you try, you can’t polish a turd.
Overall though it was a really good exercise and one which I’ll repeat next year. But before that I have another difficult decision to make which is NaNoWriMo – should I or shouldn’t I? For the uninitiated among you that is National Novel Writing Month which begins in November.
Now if NaPoWriMo was a marathon, NaNoWriMo would be the equivalent of an Iron Man event for me . For NaPoWriMo , I might be able to slap a few lines of pretentious crap together and call it a Haiku but for NaNoWriMo that’s 50,000 words of pretentious crap in one month! Now that is hard, although thankfully quantity of words is apparently what’s important here rather than the need for producing anything half decent- the theory being, I suppose, that you’ve got another eleven months before the next one and plenty of time to polish that particular pile of poo. It’s still hard going though and I know if I sign up for it, I will absolutely want to meet the target do or die. I can’t help it, I hate failure- I’m just made that way.
What to do, what to do. I have just over a month to decide. Advice from the outside world gratefully received…
Here’s a new poem from me brought on by a song I heard yesterday on BBC 6 Music. I’ve never heard the song before & can’t even remember what it was called or who sang it but it placed a riff in my head that I needed to do something with. Here’s the result – not a song obviously but then, much as I love music, I’m not terribly musical.
Cold Turkey
Gotta break the habit of you
stuck in my veins like a permanent fix.
Gonna shake you off
erase all memory
delete you from my contacts
de-friend you.
Gonna stop lying to myself
your tweets do not contain a coded message to me.Continue reading “Cold Turkey”
Hazel Ward 