The Wabi-Sabi Writer: NaPoWriMo 2018
Showing posts with label NaPoWriMo 2018. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NaPoWriMo 2018. Show all posts

Monday, April 30, 2018

NaPoWriMo 2018 - The End
April 30, 20181 Comments




has reached its end

The muse, spent, will be taking in the waters
in hopes of restoration and recovery

Thank you for joining me
on this ruthless adventure

Long Live the Writers!!


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ZYZZYVA at ZZYZX
April 30, 20181 Comments




The muse 
looks
written hard
and put away
wet
as
she
meanders
through the eleventh hour
desert
in search
of a last word
to quench her
tantalus
thirst

and finds it
at the bottom 
of a bottle of bathtub gin

the last fucking word
in the last fucking place on earth




NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018 - Day 30
Based on the prompt write a poem that engages with a strange and fascinating fact

Zyzzyva, a genus of South African weevils found on or near palm trees, is the newest last word you'll find in the Oxford English Dictionary.

ZZYZX The last place on Earth. It was originally founded by a crazy old man who named it ZZYZX since it would be the last word in the dictionary and hence "the last place on Earth". Currently it's an abandoned town somewhere Between Las Vegas and LA



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Sunday, April 29, 2018

Quick Dip

Saturday, April 28, 2018

Payback Postcard
April 28, 2018 2 Comments




Dear Bleep,

I hope you are well and enjoying all the wonderful holiday gifts that mother gave you.  I am sure that the fur coat is keeping you warm this winter.  You were always her favorite.  
This pastel plastic pen she gave me is working out rather well to write a postcard. But truly, the Western Union wire was far more useful.  So I as I scribble this note to you under the shadow of Big Ben I simply must ask -

How do you like your watch?

Love Always,

Iffy





NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018 - Day 28
Based on the prompt to write a poem like a postcard 
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Friday, April 27, 2018

Eight of Cups
April 27, 20181 Comments



Startled awake
by
shattering glass
and big ben alarm clocks

getting my bearings
in the snapchat 
bedroom
my feet
bare
and
cracked
land
on a cold dusty floor
littered
with 
instagram filters
and
gimcrack beliefs

Was
I was sleeping
through
life
?

This corpulent duffle 
of daydream
drags
me
down
deep
Alkmaar
grooved
on
my shoulders

I long
like
Atlas
to shrug

it
off


I slide the straps back
and let it fall
to yesterday's
floor

Freed from that peaty wasteland

I
find
my
path





NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018 - Day 27
Based on the prompt to write a poem inspired by a random tarot card

EIGHT OF CUPS

Deeper Meaning
Moving On
Weariness





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