NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 22

NaPoWriMo 2019. Or National Poetry Writing Month

Ordinary Omens

Thousands of seagulls descended
yesterday on one street corner.
The air was thick with wings,
No-one thought it strange.

We are a cracked river bed
just before it dries out,
water still barely flowing,
leaving rock and rust deposits
snaking down bare hillside.

Lead and mercury storm clouds
appear overhead in seconds.
We dodge and weave between
rains of first generation iPods,
avoid fax machine strikes.

Streams run green with lithium.
We breathe in chlorine and
we are grateful for it.

While we still can, let us lie
in our broken glass gardens and
sing to each other; songs of jetpacks,
cties that float on the ocean
and escalators to the moon.


All the poems I wrote for last year’s Napowrimo are available as a free ebook. Download it here.

NaPoWriMo 2019- day 21

NaPoWriMo 2019. Or National Poetry Writing Month

Thread

Plane trails cross the sky,
thin lines from one hub to another

Small boats over the ocean
drag the same white trails behind.

On a blank page, write out the names
of everyone you’ve ever known
even passing acquaintances and colleagues
you haven’t said a single word to.
Then draw lines of connection.
You will have a map of the cosmos
and a diagram of an molecule.

From above at night, the cities
towns, villages and roads are glowing
cells and veins. Grids are subsumed.
From above, the ground is a pictograph
of the inside of your skull.

One strike sends sharp signals
to everyone. We all twitch and flinch.

Somewhere within the network, you
are a single synapse, one electrical
spark dragging connection in its wake.


All the poems I wrote last year for #NaPoWriMo are available as a free ebook. Download it here.

NaPoWriMo 2019- Day 20

NaPoWriMo 2019. Or National Poetry Writing Month

Seduction

The past whispers in your ear
when sleep seems so distant
with tales and promises told
in sweet singing tones
“Society was better then,
if only you could go back.”

Still humming a forgotten tune
it pulls you out of the bed
and towards the floorboards
where the sour and sweet smell
rises from underneath. “Damp
has set into the bones now,
nothing left but a slow descent
into disorder and anarchy.
If only you could go back.”

Lies, of course. The rot
doesn’t exist and neither
did that soft golden light
of a perfect childhood. All we
have is now, always vanishing.

NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 19

NaPoWriMo 2019. Or National Poetry Writing Month

Spinning

That morning had the clarity of a story,
we whirled and spun around each other,
hypnotised by the orbits we wove
and the stars above us were [Redacted].

Looking in your eyes, perfect models
of the galaxy, with the central black
hole eating all light, I exclaimed
[Redacted- Harm to Ongoing Matter]”

In that moment, everything made sense.
The closest I have felt to epiphany.
You, [Redacted], laughed and replied “[Redacted]”
as spring blossom erupted around us.

The feeling faded, confusion reigned again,
our separate bodies spun on. Still,
the memories of [Harm to Ongoing Matter]
lingered, even in the gloaming, when
the earth continued around the sun,
light faded down, blossoms closed and
my heart was [Redacted].


All of my poems from #NaPoWriMo 2018 are available as a free ebook. Download them here.

NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 18

NaPoWriMo 2019. Or National Poetry Writing Month

Liminal

The sea is a distant silver chain
hugging the horizon.

Wind laughs, dances and sprints
giddy at the space.

Grains bounce and tumble through
her outstretched palms,

each and every falling dot
another universe.

The shore-line sighs and is erased
so gradually

by the careful, precise hands
of advancing waves.

Names, messages and castles
blur, then vanish.

Wind tires herself out and calms,
dampens the sea peaks.

The hidden beach slumbers underwater
waiting for the tide to turn.


All the poems I wrote last year for #NaPoWriMo are available as a free ebook. Download it here.

NaPoWriMo 2019 day 17

NaPoWriMo 2019. Or National Poetry Writing Month

Unmoored

Stranded in the nothing,
spinning like a planet
My thoughts are still and calm
like the first light of dawn
through willow branches at home,
which I will not see again.

Giving myself to chance
I start to count all the
different types of infinities.

One slip and I fell upwards,
my body only a loose collection
of dust,rejoining the cosmos.

I glance over my years,still
calm. Each moment inevitable.

As oxygen runs low, all I see
is orange, red, blue and white.
The light of countless stars.

NaPoWriMo 2019 day 16

NaPoWriMo 2019. Or National Poetry Writing Month

Language

I ask the rain for answers
but it offers no reply,
just a gentle tip tip tap
annointing my forehead.

I want to speak the same words
as the indifferent sun
or babble with the brooks
in quiet flowing tones.

So much remains unknown.
In thousands of lifetimes
we may, together, learn a word
of an infinite lexicon.

I try to converse with the wind
but it does not answer back.
With soft and tender hands
it ruffles through my hair.

#NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 15

NaPoWriMo 2019. Or National Poetry Writing Month

Always More

The sun sinks into the ocean
sending vivid indigos and ambers
to erupt like fireworks over the sky.
The water is a perfect mirror,
no horizon visible.

We grade it two point three
out of five- could do better.

Reality isn’t real enough.
Lost in somatic slumbers
we crave the perfect waves,
the right breeze over flawless skin
brighter colours, deeper saturation,
higher resolution than our eyes can process

Always seeking rare sensations
to drown the silence deep.

NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 14

NaPoWriMo 2019. Or National Poetry Writing Month

Oblivion

We ask for guidance from eternal stars
burning above our heads in the night sky.
They are too distant, the void too vast,
the cosmic fires never answer our cry.
Movements we thought once to be signs of hope,
we thought they were suspended in æther.
Now we know, when we peer into our scopes,
they are long dead and sound won’t carry either.
Our atoms once were forged within their flames
before gravity spun our fragile sphere
Now no connection or link does remain.
Now falls the night. We are alone down here.
Yet through our learning, science and art
we can create new meaning in the dark.


All the poems I wrote for #NaPoWriMo last year are available as a free ebook. Download it here

NaPoWriMo 2019- Day 13

NaPoWriMo 2019. Or National Poetry Writing Month

Thirteen

One time, he marched down six flights
then, panting, demanded the manager,
argued his way into a room change. Any other
number would do, would keep him safe,
but those digits were cursed. He wouldn’t
even walk in. He never stepped on pavement
cracks despite his mother turning to dust,
burnt sage and rosemary to cleanse the spirits
from his flat built in the eighties,
was always polite to magpies. In this way,
the unknown was kept in fierce control.
Life continued to intrude, long and
yet brief. He would not like this small poem.


All the poems I wrote for #NaPoWriMo last year are available as a free ebook. Download it here