Seize the day or melt away

16 Apr

When you look at me that way
With your eyes and your smile
What are you trying to say?

Are you trying to beguile?
Is your desire to disarm?
With your eyes and your smile

Do you want to do me harm?
Or do you just have wind?
Is your desire to disarm?

Feel as if I might have sinned
When I get that look from you
Or do you just have wind?

And I don’t know what to do
And I don’t know what it means
When I get that look from you

I see it in my dreams
When you look at me that way
And I don’t know what it means
What are you trying to say?

My terzanelle for day 16 of napowrimo

Thank you – day 15, napowrimo 2015

15 Apr
Writing soothes my soul

Sets my mark on the page
So it might live on
For another age
When I’m dead and gone
Deep in a hole
And if nobody reads
Neither my quatrains
Nor the weak puns
That come from my brains
Nor the pantuns
My heart won’t bleed
But for those that do
Spend precious time
Casting their eyes
Over these rhymes
A thousand cries…
…of ‘Thank you!’

A long night in a police station somewhere in the Middle East

14 Apr

What am I? – for day 13 of napowrimo

13 Apr

Control Tower – for napowrimo day 12

13 Apr

Control tower – Reduced poetic version
Window view expansive
Hanging slats protective
Sky-blue sky unclouded
Lawned grass unshrouded
Outstretched leaf-less trees
Beg for rain, please

Brick bastions surround
Mown oblong ground
Phalanxed motor cars
Await homebound hurrahs
Birds swoop ever-lower
Without control tower.
Control tower – Descriptive version

The view from my office window is a pretty and expansive one. I draw aside the hanging slats of the blinds to reveal: above – a sky-blue sky without clouds; below – a large, closely-mown, oblong field of grass with occasional clumps of leaf-less trees reaching up to the sky. These trees are for some reason isolated from the crowd of similar woody types that loom over the buildings that stand around the field on 3 sides. These long-standing brick bastions of 3 stories each lurk around the field like old men at a cricket match. Every building is attended by a phalanx of automobiles, most of which face their stone master but there are a few itinerant vehicles that face away, hinting at their owner’s less than happy relationship with the building and their desire to make a quick getaway at the appointed hour.

Usually there would be people walking between the buildings and over the fields in ones, twos, groups and larger throngs. Some walk purposefully and fast, while for others it is the social interaction that is more important than the destination. Some hurry, with time running out, while others have all the time in the world.

Odd birds fly by low. The higher flight-paths are reserved for the planes that are lowering themselves overhead on their approach in to the nearby airport. The birds are not inclined to compete with them and they scoff at the human need for a control tower to guide and manage every flight.

Abc – for the real day 10 of NaPoWriMo

11 Apr

Apparently I did the prompt from the’ wrong’ NaPoWriMo yesterday, so here’s the right one…

‘Avin’ a bath with my cat and dog
Even my fish gotta have it
Just kidding!
Luckily my naughty old pup
Quite rates soapy-time
Upsetting villainous whiskers
With excited yips and zig-zags

Stymied – for napowrimo 2015, day 11 (retrospective)

10 Apr

“C’est la vie”, they say

When reach is stymied by luck

Cruder words may fly

2 birds, one stone for today’s napowrimo prompt and Ronovan’s weekly challenge.


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