sloth life
this
my foggy
brain
creep
dull walk
sleepy
move
like I’m
still.
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Day 19? NaPoWriMo I don’t know the prompt. Too tired to look. I think I’ve missed some days. I am so tired. Trying to keep it together.
Poem- Exam Day April 14, 2021
In the class room
the fan makes the loudest noise
second to the crinkle of paper
turning, shuffling.
Shifting bodies.
deep breaths,
inhaling fortitude,
exhaling a last,
desperate hope.
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Day 14 of NaPoWriMo. Not following the prompt, which is about examining one’s name. Patrick Lane has already written the only Bird poem I’d want to write!
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poem-Extra! Extra! April 13, 2021
Read all about it!
Societal shut down has brought species recovery!
Extra! Extra!
Covid virus no longer mutating!
Read all about it!
Oceans recovering!
Extra! Extra!
No gun deaths in the USA for tenth year in a row!
Read all about it!
Universal health care keeping people healthy world-wide!
Extra! Extra!
World-wide living wage improves productivity and eliminates poverty!
Read all about it!
Addiction recovery at all time high!
Extra! Extra!
No billionaires! Fair wages and prices for all!
Read all about it!
Earth voted happiest planet!
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A bit of a twist on the NaPoWriMo Day 13 prompt to write a poem on a news article you wished to see. Couldn’t narrow it down, so I just took all the headlines I wish were true!
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poem- Dear Teen Idol April 12, 2021
I have the membership card
the poster for my wall
I have sworn eternal devotion
gaze longingly and all.
Please write to say you’re listening
to the troubles that I share
Please give me some advice!
Please tell me that you’re there.
Please say you really care!
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Hey!
Thanks for you letter!
Enclosed please find this photo just for you!
xo
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.Official NaPoWriMo prompt for April 11- letter poetry (aka epistolary poem)
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poem-what’s to do? April 9, 2021
One voice shrill above the babble:
WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!
Oh girl,
I hear you.
What’s happening, indeed.
How do we hold our pieces together?
*buy string
*wrap a reminder around my finger: “it will be okay”
*send a card: Thinking of you
*put on makeup
*video call
*write a poem
*read a book
*have a nap
*roll in blankets with the dog
*sing loudly to the radio
*hunt for daffodils
*listen to the chickadees
*fill the feeder, black oil sunflowers are their favourite.
*be gentle with myself when I inevitably
*fall apart
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Today’s NoPoWriMo prompt is to write a To Do list.
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poem-Counting Crows April 8, 2021
Saturday
seven crows: silent
vigil. We
come, one by
one, say sorrowful farewells.
On Sunday: eight crows.
One crow mourns with us
as a lifetime leaves her house
in boxes.
Memories
lost, unless known to
eleven crows.
An allusion, of course, to the traditional rhyme:
Counting Crows
One for sadness, two for mirth;
Three for marriage, four for birth;
Five for laughing, six for crying:
Seven for sickness, eight for dying;
Nine for silver, ten for gold;
Eleven a secret that will never be told.
For NaPoWriMo day 8, this poem is a 6 line shadorma, with a reverse shadorma in the second stanza. The syllable count is 3/5/3/3/7/5. The shadorma was introduced with the fib form yesterday, but I wanted to play with both.
poem- storming April 7, 2021
you
dance
flinging
happiness
into a rain-buffed sky,
capturing melancholy hope.
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NaPoWriMo day 7. This is a FIB. A six line poem that follows the syllable count 1/1/2/3/7/5. Today’s prompt also included a ‘shadorma’ 3/5/3/3/7/5, but I will save that one for another day.
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poem- When we spoke of masks April 6, 2021
Once, masks were metaphorical;
pandemics were historical.
Now, cortisol flood makes us
fatter every day.
Isolating’s creating a nation of moles,
nervous of leaving our holes,
as each wave proves more deadly,
We’re wishing consequences on anti-maskers
and anti-vaxxers: be sacrifices for your cause,
carry a card that you’re happy to
leave hospital beds for those who
take this seriously, those
who sacrifice comfort for society.
We’ll try to survive by masking insecurities,
and wait eagerly for our vaccines,
praying variant strains, don’t over-strain us.
Masking anxiety until we can
Breathe easier again.
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NaPoWriMo Day 6. Another day ignoring the official prompt ’cause I had other stuff in my mind. Weird how often I’m playing with rhyme this week.
poem-follows you April 5, 2021
I read a book that gutted me
I turned each page immersed
in worlds far away
in sacrifice.
This masterpiece past any piece
of writing I could do.
Now Twitter says,
that author follows you.
My joy is tangled in my grief
that I may be worth
the following!
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NaPoWriMo day 5. Skipping the official prompts today.
poem-perspectives April 4, 2021
NaPoWriMo.net prompt to use a photo from @SpaceLiminalBot’s feed for inspiration:
It’s all about perspective, isn’t it?
Pandemic confusion.
I’m swimming in a world gone awry
looking for the ladder of escape
which way’s up?
Shawn L. Bird 