On Hope Sparked In a Slowly Fracturing Heart

How to shift / this heavy shroud / darkening day / shadowing night

eyes blinded / purgatory / lived in present / desolation

sunlight floods bedroom / I awake / stiffened resolve / choice exists

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n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty Prompt: Sijo to your heart’s content:

3/4/4/4

3/4/4/4

5/3/4/3

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CLP 20/04/2021

On Ranting

When you’ve quite finished

look at this beautiful day

birds and bees, flowers

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n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Nineteen prompt: a rant.

Meanwhile here, a million miles away, it is spring. For that I am truly grateful. 😎

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CLP 19/04/2021

Look Inside

Unbutton the coat buttons,

unwrap the scarf

pull off the pullover

fold back the shirt

dig deeper

ease through the epidermis

hop by the heart

by-pass the ribs

dip past the diaphragm

get into the gut

see what we carry?

thirteen hundred and more

micro-organisms thriving

doing our dirty work

while we worry about

making a living; surviving

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n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Eighteen: Look Inside for a prompt.

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CLP 18/04/2021

On Moonshine

two-faced accomplice

to seducers’ silver tongues

dusty pockmarked lump

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n.b. How many false promises has the Moon encouraged forth, not least from poets?

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Seventeen: The Moon.

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CLP 17/04/2021

The Sheepish Inspector Clueslow

I had pulled on a sock

when came a knock

that morn at six o’clock

I got a shock

at my door stood a flock

of lambs and rams and ewes

“Why have you no shoes?

This does not amuse

when we bring news

of developments and clues.”

Encouraged to dash

I dressed in a flash

grabbed loose cash

into the rain did splash

“Where are we heading?”

I asked, still warm from bedding

following the sheep’s treading

through petals blown from hedging

in the direction of Reading.

“It is quite a way”

a lamb turned to say

“for such a wet day

on paths of clay

but we must not delay.”

We moved apace

I got red of face

joining the chase

for news on the case

that took much space

in the daily press

I’d had little success

evidence all a mess

no suspect would confess

I was under duress

to solve the crime

under pressure of time

no longer in my prime

as we hit a hill to climb

I called out ‘Wait! I’m…”

but the sheep rushed on

I had to stay strong

it would not be long

they’ve not been wrong

always on song

when called upon

by their sense of duty

to come and help me

after I had set free

a ram mistakenly

charged with animal cruelty.

At last they stopped

by a tree just lopped

where they had copped

a man I’d once shopped

but who free had hopped

to continue with his trade

that always dismayed

showing crime might pay

by his ostentatious display

of ill-gotten gains

“So it was you! At last!”

I weakly gasped

his look aghast

to have his past

have the laugh last

and catch him so

“Did you not know

I might be slow

but despite aggro

will never let go

if some two-timing, cheating, lying, rustling crook like you ever crosses me. I always win in the end, because, unlike you, I have friends.”

The sheep and I took the criminal to the police station, then set off to the local pub for a celebratory beer, but with no luck.

Apparently, the landlord had recently had difficulty with this flock, something to do with illegal gambolling, so they were all barred.

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n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 A Skeltonic for a Friday.

NaPoWriMo

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CLP 16/04/2021

Night Words After The Diner

The whisky went straight to my legs

my eyes, my arms, my tongue

I was experiencing things differently

Felt the world spinning off its axis

It was a place I no longer knew

Was I out of drinking practice?

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n.b. Night photo was taken to capture the empty street scene, but it came out weird, with evidence of existence of the Yeti…alive and well in East Anglia. It is certainly cold enough in Norfolk for Yeti.

Pubs now open in England, outside drinking only. Short rhyme prompted by photo. No pubs were visited during the making of this moving picture.

n.n.b. Off-prompt NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Fifteen scribble.

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CLP 15/04/2021