Walk
Stop
See
Think
Speak
Do
Return
Sleep
Wake
Travel
Pause
Comprehend
Understand
Ask
Perform
Return
Dream
06 May, 2016
05 May, 2016
#0049 - "Don't trick yourself with tinted looking glass"
Don't trick yourself with tinted looking glass.
Experience the passing time with ardour,
For even sun and moon will one day pass.
Though one can't see the Earth in all its mass,
Nor pinpoint each and every linen pucker,
Don't trick yourself with tinted looking glass.
Do not think never-ending growing grass,
Do not think never-ending florid verdure,
For even sun and moon will one day pass.
The world can falsely pretty be. Alas,
Perceiving what it truly is is harder:
Don't trick yourself with tinted looking glass.
Be wary of assumptions quick and crass:
Your moments, gifts, are ephemeral succour,
For even sun and moon will one day pass.
Don't give yourself to thoughtless, dull impasse:
Live in the moment with an innate fervour.
Don't trick yourself with tinted looking glass,
For even sun and moon will one day pass.
Experience the passing time with ardour,
For even sun and moon will one day pass.
Though one can't see the Earth in all its mass,
Nor pinpoint each and every linen pucker,
Don't trick yourself with tinted looking glass.
Do not think never-ending growing grass,
Do not think never-ending florid verdure,
For even sun and moon will one day pass.
The world can falsely pretty be. Alas,
Perceiving what it truly is is harder:
Don't trick yourself with tinted looking glass.
Be wary of assumptions quick and crass:
Your moments, gifts, are ephemeral succour,
For even sun and moon will one day pass.
Don't give yourself to thoughtless, dull impasse:
Live in the moment with an innate fervour.
Don't trick yourself with tinted looking glass,
For even sun and moon will one day pass.
04 May, 2016
#0048 - "I apologize if I am anachronistic"
I apologize if I am anachronistic or be-
-hind the times. I promise I don't mean to be.
This is the tumultuous hive of the bumblebee.
These sounds and colours are my muse; they're
Ever-present and never lacking in their
Brilliance. I at once am not and simultaneously at once am here and there.
It isn't just an éclat of unmoving colours I see,
But rather a swirling, turbulent sea
Of something like alphabet soup, since each wave forms a rolling "C."
Under the surface of the waters, everything is a manta ray
Whose slick skin is alight with the sun's ray.
A singsong voice in my head sings do and re
With an eventual, sonorous mi,
Which expresses its perception of the world to me.
I adore but never mimic the sun and moon and moon and stars in their beautiful bigamy.
-hind the times. I promise I don't mean to be.
This is the tumultuous hive of the bumblebee.
These sounds and colours are my muse; they're
Ever-present and never lacking in their
Brilliance. I at once am not and simultaneously at once am here and there.
It isn't just an éclat of unmoving colours I see,
But rather a swirling, turbulent sea
Of something like alphabet soup, since each wave forms a rolling "C."
Under the surface of the waters, everything is a manta ray
Whose slick skin is alight with the sun's ray.
A singsong voice in my head sings do and re
With an eventual, sonorous mi,
Which expresses its perception of the world to me.
I adore but never mimic the sun and moon and moon and stars in their beautiful bigamy.
03 May, 2016
02 May, 2016
01 May, 2016
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NaPoWriMo 2016: Retrospect
Throughout the month of April, I wrote one poem every day in recognition of National Poetry Writing Month.
I must say, it was a fun experience. More than anything, it gave me me quite the literary adrenaline boost, which I feel will likely cause me to be considerably more eager to write more poetry than I may have otherwise. It's a good feeling, being part of a mass movement of poets from across the nation and across the globe. I will admit, some days I was bogged down by the various obstacles that life has to throw at you and ended up writing four - or even just two - short lines of text for the day. That in itself was also a good experience, though; that is, learning how to use words not just when they are in abundance but also when they are wanting. Well, I thank Maureen Thorson for having started this wonderful event, and I hope to participate again next year!
I must say, it was a fun experience. More than anything, it gave me me quite the literary adrenaline boost, which I feel will likely cause me to be considerably more eager to write more poetry than I may have otherwise. It's a good feeling, being part of a mass movement of poets from across the nation and across the globe. I will admit, some days I was bogged down by the various obstacles that life has to throw at you and ended up writing four - or even just two - short lines of text for the day. That in itself was also a good experience, though; that is, learning how to use words not just when they are in abundance but also when they are wanting. Well, I thank Maureen Thorson for having started this wonderful event, and I hope to participate again next year!