Category Archives: NaPoWriMo

30/30 – burn

Running away to join the circus,

the biggest one, the dustiest,

looking back in retrospect to see

how easily it all fell into place,

marvelling at the little idiosyncrasies,

the small synchronicities wondered at,

but in hindsight, obvious,

the Playa calling my name and drawing me across 3,000 miles,

milestones littered along the way and in awe at,

“Hmm, well that’s interesting….”

Curiosity curling in my gut,

wondering why I am so sought,

that such a place would lay steps before me that all I need to do is walk forward,

the things I have sought for so long,

suddenly revealed and difficult yet so easy.

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29/30 – a’rye

The best lei’d plans of

mousse and mensch

often go a’rye.

The animus magnanimous

Is trapping us,

Banter broad as a blunderbuss,

In disuse and left to rust,

gusts in the gantry,

pantries ’bout to bust yet empty,

warbling like a rumbling storm,

maladroit evades the norm.

28/30 – brides

In the lobby, loitering,

Waves of them, brides and their parties,

Pouring out the door to catch their rides to the chapel,

I wonder,

Is it more special or less

seeing all these brides?

Do they compete, internally,

comparing bustles and ornamentation on their gowns,

or do they revel in the fact

that they are all sharing in this experiment in fidelity

together?

27/30 – catch up

Break pace,

words flying by without

consequence or

comprehension,

word salad symposium,

impressing passages in advantage,

for some sense of pride and accomplishment,

trippy tripping soliloquy that speaks

of sound and fury

signifying

no thing like clocks in the

bathtub bourbon burgeoning,

begonias be gone like snow in August,

so many clipping catchphrase festooning in this frazzled fulcrum fundamentally fastidious,

dropped ballads that barter for a Bastille barricade,

before the brilliance is diminished and I

stop.

26/30 – sacrifice

Little burning bundle,

hungry flames lapping at the offering,

smells of cinders sloping skyward,

the breeze carrying vestiges of it, embers, away,

little tornado touching down,

dispensing a simulacrum of symmetry

to a service both celebratory and austere,

we gather here today

as a remembrance and restitution

because we were born

with a clean conscious to a dirty world,

where the soot of past sacrifices stick to our skin,

and we, unknowing calves,

walk to sacrifice ourselves for the sins of our forebears,

similarly stained

to us.

25/30 – numbers

Guarding digits jumping to-and-fro,

little devious, dodgy digits,

elusive, effusive numbers

rattling up and down,

a delusion of dedication,

maths making work harder,

matter-of-factly imploding on themselves,

irrational in their rationality,

all falling to

zero.

24/30 – Practical Imposter

Someone else’s life on the tip of my tongue,

Pretending with a purpose,

Not for fame or fortune,

But to train medical students in empathy,

Practical tasks at hand,

An imposter in a white hat,

Lungs deceiving with every drawn breath but thanked for turns,

Technicalities and testimony turned outward,

A flowery skill made sacrosanct,

Bond between false patient and the practice of learners,

Recalled in cacophony of meshed together meetings,

Distinct yet blurring,

Brilliance and battery all rolled into one.