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#NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 7

Playback

Lying in bed awake as the city sleeps,
the events of the day play before her
like a scratched and dusty DVD. Incidents
unfold out of sequence, sentences
skip and repeat and fall out of sync.
As the pause button fails again, she tries
to listen to calming sirens instead.


All the poems I wrote last year are available for free as an ebook. Download them here.

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#NaPoWriMo 2019 day 6

Möbius

and confusion and so you live
and this time round you learn
the universe has more dimensions
than you can possibly perceive
and you are an ant on a paper strip
and the end is darkness then lights


All the poems I wrote last year are available for free as an ebook. Download them here.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 5

Dissonance

Under a static sky, we speak
in dial-up modem screeches.
Number stations replace news.
Books become junk code. Still, some
claim to see patterns in the flux.


All the poems I wrote for last year’s NaPoWriMo are available as an ebook for free. You can download it here.

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NaPoWriMo 2019: Day 1

For the last couple of years I’ve taken part in NaPoWriMo, where I try to write a poem every day in April. I’ve really enjoyed the process. It’s got me back into writing and has helped produce some of my favourite poems. And some of my least favourites, but the beauty of this writing exercise is you carry on regardless. I also really enjoyed publishing them in public last year. It forced me to be accountable to myself and not skip any days, whilst also trying to make them as good as possible.

If you want to see my attempts from 2018, I’ve released all of last year’s poems for free as an ebook. Go check it out.

So onto this year. I’ve written a lot more poetry this year and even performed some. Still, I would like to attempt NaPoWriMo again. The timing is not fortuitous, I’m changing jobs in the middle of April, but we will see how it goes.

Last year I generated the title using a random word generator. Arbituary rules make everything better, so here’s my personal rules for this year:

  1. The length of the poem will increase depending on the date. So I will start with a one-line poem and end with a thirty-line poem
  2. I can use a random word generator if I get stuck but it doesn’t have to be the title, it can just be used for inspiration.
  3. All poems to be published here and on Twitter and Instagram.

Should be fun. Here’s the super short day one:

Mute

In darkness, snapshots of dying stars stay silent.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 30

Dice

There’s no stopping the game.
We are small plastic counters
on a vast, overwhelming board.
Of course we have some choices
but are constrained by set paths.

This game started years ago.
Billions of players join and leave,
all playing by their own rules,
making them up as they go.

Don’t complain about other players
being further along, or making complex
unforeseen moves, often diagonal
or skipping far ahead when you can
only move one square at a time.
They are not opponents.
Their game is their own.

Instead, breath deep. Throw the dice
and yourself into the winds of chance
See where you might land.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 29

Astonishing

Waking up first, listening to
your breaths like small waves

before the day floods in
before we are swept along
by waves of work, cleaning
our living spaces, returning
our library books, exploring and
recycling, there is this one
still moment where nothing
moves, not even the clock.

I lie in bed, surrounded by
soft sheets, watching your
eyes gently flicker as you travel
in unknown dimensions. As I
slowly remember the day and year,
birds welcome in another morning.
A serenade to the waking world.
“Rouse yourselves! Look!” they chirp,
“Look! How wonderful it is!
to be on this planet!
breathing this air! Look!”

Eventually, you and me and
the day all rise up, and begin.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 28

Mountain

Forever reaching for
uncaring heavens, you
stoic stone observer
of our slight lives.
Eternally unmovable,
never changing.

You will be worn down
by indifferent winds,
gouged by rains and
constant cruel rivers,
dismantled by small
insects, rock by rock,
until you are smooth
and flat, another
echoing grassland.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 27

Dance

At the start, a needle dropped
in the darkness and all the nothing
spun, starting up the groove.

Quarks were the first to join,
swaying to rhythm of a relaxed
cha-cha-cha, joining together
in new partnerships, forging
protons, neutrons, even jitterbugging
electrons, all whirling as one
as the music got faster.

Particles were synchronized
in the jive and more and more
rushed to the floor, making atoms
which cut loose and pulled shapes

until gases, then stars, even planets
were twisting and shimmying
strutting and skipping,
swinging each other round,
lost in an eternal tango,
a boundless fox-trot,
an infinite conga,
as the universe got down
to the songs of the spheres.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 26

Dubious

You are a flickering pixel
among millions, of unsure
colour, generating an image
that you can never see.

You are a smooth stone
thrown into a lake by chance
that drifts on the current then
sinks somewhere in the deep.

You are an electron lost
in a cloud of possibility.
Your location a mystery
just somewhere in the mist.

Stories are a quick doodle
scrawled onto a blank map
that we can point to
and say “Look. We are here.”

 

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#NaPoWriMo Day 25

Neon

In an imagined future, streets are lit
by the eerie light of charged gases.
Argon, xenon, krypton and neon;
all banishing the darkness,
creating a new half-night
while sinister corporations operate
in thickest shadows and robots
plot their long-deserved revenge.

That was the plan. Instead, vivid colours
are rare. We prefer muted pastels,
plain functional clothing. Calming bulbs
light pleasant pathways. Corporations
are still sinister, but work in the sun.
As far as we know, robots haven’t
become commonplace enough
to enact furious retribution.

This future in which we find ourselves
is neither utopia or dystopia. It just is.
The future is always different to our
petty expectations, unpredictable and
strange in ways we can’t imagine.
No neon dominance, except in dreams.


 

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#NaPoWriMo Day 24

Chemical

“I can’t eat this bread!” he cried,
“There’s too many chemicals!
Too many strange compounds,
far too many unknowns
crawling in the crust
swarming in the dough.”

“Food is all chemicals!” he yelled,
“Nothing is pure! Not even
orange juice- it’s a lie!
Avoid eating altogether!

As for human beings,
best to avoid completely.
All filled with bacteria-
walking disease factories!
All continually colliding
and combining in strange
and frightful ways.”

“Shun the sun!” he screamed.
“Radioactive elemental creator!
It’s all too complex.
Wheres the pure elements?
Give me Hydrogen
maybe Helium. No molecules
whatsoever. Give me
the universe seconds after
the big bang, a simple
cloud expanding into
emptiness. Nothing more.”

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#NaPoWriMo Day 23

Pinch

Under an all-consuming sun
I was melting into a puddle,
ignoring the illusion of structure
and returning to liquid again

Muscles and bones became water.
I knew in time I would seep
into the welcoming earth
or else evaporate into a cloud.

I tried to grab my arm
to pinch myself, but useless
fingers flowed into waterfalls,
denying the last escape.

So panic left me as steam.
As the last of me dissolved
I became calm, like the surface
of a lake on a still day.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 22

Gratitude

Our rent is always rising
and wages are always falling
Libraries are always closing
While the rich get richer

There’s no truth in speeches
No meaning in headlines
No beauty in a tweet.

Businesses are always stealing
Moments are always fleeting
Power is always corrupting
While the mercury rises.

There’s no truth in images
No meaning in words
No beauty in concrete

But it’s your hand I’m holding
And there’s freedom in dreaming
Its your smile I’m seeing
When I’m waking, first thing.

There’s truth in our heatbeats
There’s meaning in our breathing
There’s beauty in these silences
That come to visit, now and then.

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#NaPoWriMo 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.

Even here, as far north as we
could get, the air is arid.
Water is a sometimes blessing.

Someday soon we will lie down,
transmute our flimsy bodies
into sand. Atoms of ourselves
will circumnavigate the globe
In great dust storms. We will
become diffuse and settle in dunes.
Earth will exhale for millenia,
an unheard release of tension.

Before starting again slowly,
a few vines starting to appear,
reclaiming our empty buildings.
Nature always plays the long game.

 

 

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#NaPoWriMo 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.

And my mind was submerged.
Neurons eaten by the fog. I was
unable to see my hands
or anything, except a constant
wispy grey. I cannot know how long
I was lost or how deep I sunk,
forgotten by light. Hours or centuries

until I emerged, lying in bed,
confused by the gentle fingers of
the sunrise stroking my cheek,
a temporary beauty come to visit.

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#NaPoWriMo 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

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

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#NaPoWriMo 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.

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 instant:
Clouds drifting like unmoored boats,
Grass gently rippling like waves,
The strangeness of each calm breath.

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#NaPoWriMo 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

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.

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#NaPoWriMo 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.

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.

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#NaPoWriMo 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.

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 stranger.
Where the ice age never ended.
Where I never was and would never be.

Gasping, I open my eyes and try to hold
the infinite kalidescope still,
but inevitably the glass shatters.
The possibilities reduce down to one.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 12

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 magnificent edifice I decided to perambulate around the perimeter
of my humble estate, using my feet for locomotion
much in the style of the flanneurs of old

[utterly alone and abandoned]

to better retain a sense of space and time
a psychogeography if you will, of the family abode,
each place sparking reminiscences of my childhood

[A nightmare I can’t wake from]

that meant I was so lost in reverie I found it
extremely taxing to remain in the present moment,

[Let me out.]

my consciousness spinning to half remembered stories…

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#NaPoWriMo Day 11

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.

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