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Ambient 1: Music for Airports
A note Here And a Note There A not Her And Not The A n He A N H T Other phrases . . Glide Chime Ring Come in Rrrrrreee verrrrr berrrrr ate D r i f t Fade . Die n.b. www.naporwrimo.net Day 15 prompt: A favourite piece of music. Brian Eno’s “Ambient 1: Music for →
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Day 27
Deep sleep broken by the unfamiliar heavy rain on the window; big, fat, heavy splats. I lie awake listening to the wind in the trees, until the rough sea and rain’s rhythm ease me back to sleep. The local temperature fell by more than sixteen degrees centigrade in less than twenty four hours. From shorts →
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Kleptomaniac
I confess to living my life Lifted from pop songs, poets, fools Taking every chance I get Wandering where I choose Secreting in my pocket Those most precious of jewels Stolen seconds of Time To be wasted with you . n.b. www.napowrimo.net Day 13 prompt: All poetry is theft. Christopher Perry 13th April, 2020 →
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Full to Overflowing
The cows have got to be milked Whatever else happens So, some sheep have been filched The cows have got to be milked Chickens attacked by the fox The piglets slipped out of the pens The cows have got to be milked Whatever else happens . n.b. www.napowrimo.net Day 12 challenge: write a triolet…nearly. . →
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On Cliché
antagonise sensibilities. unhinge complacency. hang subtlety . n.b. www.napowrimo.net Day 10 challenge: use 6 words in a 1-2-3 words per line format to say something poetic, or pathétique. As writers we face the constant challenge of avoiding the ‘lazy dog” of cliché. Bonne chance, mes braves! Christopher Perry 10th April 2020 →
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Dandelion Clock
Each delicate breath A hostage of mis-fortune Answer hangs on breeze . CLP 08/04/2020 →
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April Shower
Drops plip, spilp, patter Sparrows enlivened chitter Sweet taste of normal . CLP 06/042020 →
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Hands Free
We hold hands with Venus de Milo Slip gold rings from her fingers While Alexander takes to his bed He lies there, a new Nelson of Trafalgar travelling pickled in rum An obese Lazarus praying he’ll yet be spared walking “tolle lectum tuum” We empty-handed jugglers of nonsense Smell encroachment of rats Who scratch our →