GloPoWriMo – Day 30

Reunion

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Why

Do you cry?

It’s not yet time to die

 

Soon

With the rise of a new moon

We’ll all sing a different tune

 

Lovers will feel each other’s warm embrace

We’ll kick this virus in its face

There will not be a single case

 

We’ll gather again around the fire

Children bonding with their sire

But for now, the situation is incredibly dire

 

So hang on and stay home

If you need to talk, just reach for your phone

We’re in this together; you’re never alone.


Daily Prompt: write a poem about something that returns.” From Na/GloPoWriMo

 

 

 

GloPoWriMo – Day 29

To My Furry Friend

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My big furry man

My baby boy

You fill my heart with so much joy

Always so excited to see me

Without you, what would the world be?

Yes, you’re aggressive to every stranger

But that’s only because you sense immediate danger

You’re so stinking cute

Though I sometimes want to put you on mute

I wish you’d stop licking your wounds open

Soon you’ll stop – at least, I’m hopin’.


Daily Prompt: “write a paean to the stalwart hero of your household: your pet.” From Na/GloPoWriMo

 

 

 

GloPoWriMo – Day 28

My Very First Room

 

Before I had a brother, I had a room

But I lost it as soon as my brother left our mother’s womb

Its walls were white

Colours so bright

Blue and red

Were the colours of my bed

A closet full of toys

Soon there would be two boys

Many stains were made on the floor

When he was born, I was shown the door

I had a new room

But it was dark and full of gloom.


Daily Prompt: First, read this brief reminiscence of Emily Dickinson, written by her niece. And now, here is the prompt that the museum suggests:

Martha Dickinson Bianchi’s description of her aunt’s cozy room, scented with hyacinths and a crackling stove, warmly recalls the setting decades later. Describe a bedroom from your past in a series of descriptive paragraphs or a poem. It could be your childhood room, your grandmother’s room, a college dormitory or another significant space from your life.”

From Na/GloPoWriMo

GloPoWriMo – Day 27

2020: A Review

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The start of a new decade

Many mistakes were made

A year we should celebrate,

but now a year we hate.

 

In a few years from now,

provided we make it somehow,

2020 won’t be a treasured memory.

 

On the contrary,

it’s a godawful year

I’ve forgotten how to cheer.

 

I give it 0.5 stars out of 5

Hopefully we make it out alive.


Daily Prompt: “write a poem in the form of a review.” From Na/GloPoWriMo

 

 

 

GloPoWriMo – Day 26

A Collection of Random Events

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Today’s weather: 19 degrees Celsius, mostly cloudy
The gardens are blooming during the lockdown period
All new building projects are on hold until the lockdown ends
Being locked away from the world has become a new custom
Many animals are probably glad to be spared from the hunter’s knife and the poacher’s rifle for a while
I still remember the night Grampa came down from Heaven to visit me in a dream
The last thing I found on the street was a penny, but that was a lifetime ago
No exports until after the lockdown
Most walls have been free of graffiti since the beginning of the lockdown
Never had a lover, likely never will
Lastest conspiracy theory: China created COVID 19, refuses to share cure
People have likely never dressed this comfortably ever before in their lives
I remember having all my friends and family over for my 18th birthday – I haven’t seen most of them since
Notable persons include presidents around the world, with citizens eagerly awaiting announcements from them regarding the virus outbreak
Outside my window, I find my German Shepherd begging for attention and Father keeping himself busy with outdoor projects as usual
Today’s news headlines: “Support for lockdown plummets; Hitman fingers top cop; Outrage as food prices surge”
Scrap from a letter: “Happy Birthday, Divan!” Sender unknown
Unicorns may not exist, but I’ve ridden on a virtual one before…
If I walked three minutes down an alley, I’d likely find a couple of strangers looking at me with murder in their eyes
If you walked to the border now, you’d probably hear: “What are you doing here?! Lockdown isn’t over yet!”
What I fear most is losing a loved one, like a family member or one of my dogs
Pictures on my city’s postcards include lots of skycrapers lit up at night.


Daily Prompt: “For this prompt, you will need to fill out, in five minutes or less, the following “Almanac Questionnaire.” Then, use your responses as to basis for a poem.

Happy writing!

Almanac Questionnaire

Weather: 
Flora: 
Architecture: 
Customs: 
Mammals/reptiles/fish: 
Childhood dream: 
Found on the Street: 
Export: 
Graffiti: 
Lover: 
Conspiracy: 
Dress: 
Hometown memory: 
Notable person: 
Outside your window, you find: 
Today’s news headline: 
Scrap from a letter: 
Animal from a myth: 
Story read to children at night: 
You walk three minutes down an alley and you find: 
You walk to the border and hear: 
What you fear: 
Picture on your city’s postcard:”

– From Na/GloPoWriMo

GloPoWriMo – Day 25

Reopening The Doors

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What will happen

on the 4th of May?

 

When everyone leaves their homes

and return to their workplaces?

 

Will they continue practicing social distancing where possible

and take care of their hygiene?

 

Or will they act like COVID 19 never existed?

Will the virus spread rapidly

and reach its peak?

 

Will a cure be found soon?

Or is this déjà vu?

The return of the Spanish flu?

 

Is this how the story ends?

Or the start of a new chapter?


Author’s Notes: Today’s prompt was too confusing and overwhelming to me, so I just wrote a random poem about my fears and concerns regarding the Coronavirus and the end of the lockdown here in South Africa. 

GloPoWriMo – Day 24

My Favourite Fruit

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Lots of round little balls

The perfect snack just before duty calls

It comes in two colours: dark purple and yellow-green

The softest skin you’ve ever seen

Juice fills your mouth when you take the first bite

Tempting to finish it all – you just might

The purple ones are filled with seeds

The green ones freed of them – just right to feed

So sweet and delectable ’tis

Can you guess which fruit this is?


Daily Prompt: “write about a particular fruit,” From Na/GloPoWriMo

GloPoWriMo – Day 23

SNAKE

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Such a shame that you had to be so sinister

Not even comparable to the world’s most despicable minister

After all that I have done for you!

Karma’s a bitch, but that much you knew

Everyone deserves a second chance, but not traitors like you.


Daily Prompt: “write a poem about a particular letter of the alphabet, or perhaps, the letters that form a short word.” From Na/GloPoWriMo

GloPoWriMo – Day 22

Be Fearless

 

Take ears to the field,

Take eyes to the farm

There is no cause for alarm

 

Let me give you some advice:

There’s no cow on the ice!

 

Don’t go anywhere,

Just sit on your arse

This too shall pass

 

Nothing ever lasts.


Daily Prompt: find an idiomatic phrase from a different language or culture, and use it as the jumping-off point for your poem.” From Na/GloPoWriMo

I used these two idioms that I got from blog.ted.com:

The Swedish idiom: Det är ingen ko på isen
Literal translation: “There’s no cow on the ice.”
What it means: “There’s no need to worry. We also use ‘Det är ingen fara på taket,’ or ‘There’s no danger on the roof,’ to mean the same thing.”

 

The Thai idiom: เอาหูไปนา เอาตาไปไร่
Literal translation: “Take ears to the field, take eyes to the farm.”
What it means: “It means ‘don’t pay any attention.’ Almost like ‘don’t bring your eyes and ears with you.’ If that were possible.”

GloPoWriMo – Day 21

I long for the heaty Summer

 

I long for the heaty Summer

Of daily wandering;

I don’t long for the Winter, the cold,

In days like these my hearing declined.

There would soon be a change,

Vengeance is mine!

The Winter would then be away,

The Summer here to stay.


Daily Prompt: “Find a poem in a language that you don’t know, and perform a “homophonic translation” on it.” From Na/GloPoWriMo

The poem I “translated” is this poem by German-Jewish poet Heinrich Heine:

 

Es liegt der heiße Sommer

 

Es liegt der heiße Sommer

Auf deinen Wängelein;

Es liegt der Winter, der kalte,

In deinem Herzchen klein.

Das wird sich bei dir ändern,

Du Vielgeliebte mein!

Der Winter wird auf den Wangen,

Der Sommer im Herzen sein.