#napowrimo day 7

[azure-scribbler]

Day 7

Postcard for you.

Dear Friend,

I am here in Turkmenistan and I wish you were here. Everything is white and gold and it refuses to be anything but itself. Only one flight a day too. It taught me what I wish you'd know too. Love yourself as you are, and so, be yourself. Not everyone needs to know you or get you, so have a flight only once a day, filled with people who are truly there for you as you are.

-white and gold, no fear of any stain.

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[amalgamationink]

a list of things that have kept me awake:

the world is so big and I am so scared. I don’t know what’s worse, the idea that I might die before anything can change, or the idea that I’ll live long enough to realise it won’t.

my stupid fucking idiot cat will not stop knocking things off the stupid fucking idiot shelves.

something is sitting in my lungs and I can’t catch my breath long enough to sleep. they say that you can drown in just an inch of water. I think the thing in my chest is holding me under.

you are awake, somewhere in the world, and I love you, and I’m not leaving you alone. no, you hang up first.

this time I've really got it. no, really, this is the masterpiece that puts me on the map. when they interview me for journals one day I will recall this night as the one that changed everything.

I thought I was sleeping. how long have I been awake? how long have I been living like I was dreaming? why didn’t anyone tell me? why did you?

#prompt: write a poem that plays with the idea of a list #i will confess this one is not my strongest work and was mostly pre-written. this was in my notes app as Q1 for a uquiz i never made #but I got behind! and now I will be caught up. I will come back to this idea another time. #napowrimo #napowrimo 2023 #poetry #spilled poetry #spilled ink #poem #poets on tumblr #prose poetry #prose poem #poetry on tumblr #napowrimo day 7 #damien.txt

[pattricias]

apples and oranges

we are like fruits, my father once said, like apples and oranges all growing in a garden where the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree but the blossoms all smell the same, sickly sweet and rotten, and the fruit in the basket is no different from the fruit in the tree Day 7.

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[mothprincess]

serena crane, werebitch

#napowrimo #day 7 #using mercuriian's 2023 prompts #theme: 'dogs at night' #mercuriian #poetry #my writing #poets on tumblr #the orangery literary society #serena crane

[dobaara]

A PICTURE OF PRETTY LONGINGS AND COVERED TEETH BY S.R.

#napowrimo day 7 using @mercuriian 's prompts ‘dogs at night’ (description in alt text) #my writing #napowrimo #napowrimo 2023 #poetscommunity #writerscommunity #poets on tumblr #poems on tumblr #poetblr #litblr #writeblr #prose #poetry #words #spilled words #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #spilled poem

[theglycoprotein]

ANTHROPOLOGY

The water ripples

as if it is touched by rain,

though the sky is empty.

And she wears a smile

on just kissed pink lips -

a quiet thing.

Her heart is heavy at their departing,

with longing, with want, not need -

there is

a difference.

The sun stretches, yawns,

its mouth open wide enough to devour the world,

its arms spilling light like a gift

or an afterthought: a girl

so keen to be loved she would empty herself

of all that she is for it.

The waves throw up spray; a tempest,

a protest,

trying so hard to be a mirror the girl can use

in order to see herself clearly... but

she excavates herself looking for something

that was always there.

Brushes away, tenderly, at bones,

labels them the discovery of the century;

the epitome of a lifetime's worth of work,

but will not,

cannot,

name them her own.

For this is to admit to brokenness,

rather than to realise you can be whole alone.

Crows dance upon the crests of waves,

wet beaks and talons glint, shining like jet

in the winter morning.

Their wings delicate in their movements,

powerful in their purpose.

She names herself "full" as she stands there

hollow and gaping.

Watching the sun rise and wishing

it could swallow her whole.

#poetry #alt lit #spilled ink #writerscreed #poeticstories #twc #twcpoetry #napowrimo #napowrimo2024 #day 7

[torrentialmonsoon]

i've been catching glimpses from my peripheral of you looking at me, softly, delicately, tenderly. letting go of my worries never felt hollower. your smile is an instant slumber. - your spell's putting me under

#poetry #personal #shoved in my drafts for weeks #song inspired #napowrimo #napowrimo2023 #i hate prompts #this wasn't prompt based so it's all good #day 7 #catching up

[kaftan]

viscous light pool

cross legged prince of sleep

flat shard

lull in black-and-white

stone cylinder coarse as life

there are other verses blown about in sand

some dawdle timidly or linger in our ears

#napowrimo #day 7 #[through gritted teeth] it’s ok that I missed a day. it’s ok.

[crazysencenobsessionistpx1ya]

NaPoWriMo Day 7

(........write a poem titled “Wish You Were Here” that takes its inspiration from the idea of a postcard. Consistent with the abbreviated format of a postcard, your poem should be short, and should play with the idea of travel, distance, or sightseeing........)

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Wish You Were Here

Azure waves kiss golden shores,

Wish you were here to hear their roars.

Swaying palms under the sun's warm glow,

A world of beauty, as if in a show.

Mountains reach for the endless sky,

Oh, what a sight for the wandering eye!

Each peak whispers tales of heights untamed,

In this vast landscape where dreams are framed.

Streets alive with a symphony of tongues,

Lost in this city where old meets young.

Postcards can't capture this lively scene,

Yet my thoughts paint you in every gleam.

Miles apart, but the view's the same,

As if these sights could call out your name.

Here, amidst wonders both far and near,

Every step I take, I wish you were here.

~ A poem by me - P.V.

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[beautifleye]

Wish you were here

Valentine’s day is the worst now due to the double meaning of you Easter has changed due to the basket not even materializing Thanksgiving spent trying to normalize this Christmas does not even fill the void of emotion in my soul I’ll just dismiss Vagabonds roaming the streets Defeatism as I approach new feats Surpassing every negative thought you had about me Aligning to be everything on…

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[writinginnorthnorfolk]

A List of Things That Make a Perfect Day

Being woken by birdsong is a good start to a perfect day, with sunbeams breaching the slatted blind, falling on my face and tickling my nose, one of the cats patting my face with the velvet pads of a paw. A mug of steaming cranberry and raspberry tea is next, followed by fruit of the forest, no-fat Greek style yogurt and low sugar granola, and a quick look at the NaPoWriMo prompt for the day. I…

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[mooberryink]

3.2.24 | It rained the entire morning & soaked through the afternoon, so I went to a used bookstore. I was happy to find some very cheap Wordsworth editions of Blake, Keats, & Shelley for my Big Six Romantic poets study next month in honor of National Poetry Month & napowrimo. I already have Wordsworth & Coleridge; only Lord Byron left (& nobody ever has him). I also picked up Wide Sargasso Sea, Ann Radcliffe's The Italian (with a Pokémon card tucked into the second chapter), & Emily Wilson's translation of The Odyssey. I love rainy days. ♡ 𝑁𝑜𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑖

𝑂𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑

▪︎ "Wild Geese" by Mary Oliver, hiking trip to see elephant seal pups ▪︎ 𝑊𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑃𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 discussion updates, read two chapters ▪︎ The Annotated Persuasion: up to vol. I ch. 7 ▪︎ Finish 𝐷𝑒 𝑙'𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑖é by Montaigne, notes & letter on La Boétie ▪︎ Film recent book haul w/bunnies + forage basket w/treats

#bookblr #studyblr #study blog #bookwormlife #used books #reminder to bring seat cushion next time

[septembersung]

Napowrimo day 7.

Prompt: reviewing the original sin part of the catechism with my daughter who is preparing for her first holy communion

#this took 3 days and I’m still not satisfied but it’s finally a complete draft #my life #napowrimo 2024 #my writing #mutuals can ask for the link to my published Eve poem. I think it pairs nicely

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

the spark

break me open

find the spark

there’s a fire inside

burning me up

soon i’ll be ash

forgotten

swept up and thrown away

i thought it would be you

(it should be you)

but the stake is mine

burning from the inside out

i did this for you

(it’s always you)

but i didn’t know

didn’t know how much the spark would

burn

it’s like dying

(again)

drowning in flames

can you cut it out?

i tried

couldn’t find it

shouldn’t i be able to see

the spark?

i can feel it

screaming at me

telling me I’m a monster

breaking my silent heart

take it buffy

please

i found it for you

(always you)

i’m so tired

i need…

buffy

can there be rest?

NaPoWriMo day 7 - spark

#lirael writes #napowrimo 2024 #spuffy #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs 7x02 #souled!spike

[pattytacuri]

Happy Poetry Month! Napowrimo-Day 7

Happy Poetry Month! Napowrimo-Day 7

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[mabhsavage]

NaPoWriMo Day 7: Finding Tribe

A poem for when winter is over and you find your tribe again.

Image copyright Mabh Savage 2023. Image ID: Trees silhouetted against a starry night sky. We come together in the great field Some linked by blood Many not But all in joy And canvas And love of the fire We laugh and cry and hold each other tight Some close calls this past winter Yet we’re all still here I watch the moon rise Listen to snores Shuffles Whispers and giggles I nod to…

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