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NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 21
Desert
We ran from malevolent heat,
abandoning hollow skeleton
skyscrapers back to the sands.
Now, occasional car roofs are shiny
islands, hotel lobbies lie half
buried, billboards are bleached
and peeling like burnt skin.
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 20
Ethereal
The mists rolled in from the ocean
quicker than any tidal wave,
shrouding the shore in confusion.
In seconds unaware sunbathers
were swallowed up by cloud.
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 19
Dizzy
Sitting on the edge
legs over nothing
abstract ground below
my head tumbling
not too high for vertigo
no decision made
falling
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 18
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.
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 17
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
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 16
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.
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 15
Wilderness
Let vines, grass and leaves
wrap around the concrete,
work fine tendrils into cracks.
Let new life blanket our buses.
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 14
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.
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 13
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. We wait.
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NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 12
Garrulous
One fine, excessively pleasant morning
where Cirrius Unicus clouds were perfectly
placed over an azure sky, the colour of course,