NaPoWriMo - April 7th

Swollen clouds sweep against the blue ceiling
Brooding grays a promise of what lies beyond
Then it happens
Sky opens
Empties itself like fervent desire
The parched earth swallows greedily
And the steady hum of water thuds against the roof
And rolls a jagged river down the window
Tapping a rhythmic beat as it slaps against the surface
Pressing hard against metal curves
The movement creates a contentious push and pull
The rain balls and slides
streaming against the pressure
and retreats down
before being entirely torn away from our metal torso
at 100 km's an hour
It's an inconvenient marriage
bruised and broken skies against our momentum
a brutal dance where rain meets car in motion
a lesson in aerodynamics
as the rain races to greet us and is ripped away in a frantic haze

NaPoWriMo -April 5th

I've been jotting down fragments of thought
nonsensical interlude of a scattered mind
a sweet ramble
of cluttered chaos in clustered memories
and the pieces turn over
tumble through the illusion of my making
and fill me evermore with visions yet to be realized
a dream within a dream of my reality

NaPoWriMo - April 6th

We looked
that instant connection
so used to it now
like an extension of ourselves
look around
everyone just the same
so when that connection
becomes a disconnection
it's like losing a limb
first world problems, I know
But we've looked high and low

that damn phone
where did you go?

Regular Joe -NaPoWriMo day 4

Today's prompt was a fan letter and  I instantly thought about the fight I got into with my friends who had come to spend the weekend in NYC with me when I wouldn't let them take a picture of Adrian Grenier when we saw him in the street. Funnily enough about a year later he asked me to take a picture of him when I attended a showing of his  "Teenage Paparazzo." (To be fair- he asked the entire audience to take a picture of him!) They still moan about that and I still enjoy rubbing it in their faces I got the pic eventually - just not in his natural habitat of a NYC street :)


We saw you
putting change in the meter
like a regular person
just standing there
in the street
like a regular joe
My friends wanted to take a picture
a selfie out the window
as we drove by
like you were on display
I said no
said to leave you alone
we aint no Entourage
this is NYC not HBO
so we let you go ahead and feed that meter
like a regular person
just standing there
in the street
like a regular joe

April 3rd - NaPoWriMo

It's day three: i decided to look at the prompt on the NaPoWriMo site which was "Family Portraits." This is what came out of that prompt.

The painful fray of time
Unravels to its end
Caught in the undertow of broken promises
And dreams halved by distance and discord
Resolute in their agony
The air crisp with animosity
freedom brokered in the chaos of discontent
bartered in silent glances and swollen expectations
and the confines of this prison they once knitted themselves to becomes an uneasy alliance of solitude
no longer stifled
no longer obligated to the pretence of happy
Dissolution is the solution
And we, once family, remain
in tatters
in unison of division
Shards of what we were

April 2nd - NaPoWriMo

Watched "Hunt for the Wilderpeople" this afternoon (great NZ film btw) and Haiku's were featured a number of times so I decided today's poems for NaPoWriMo would be a couple of Haiku's 

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1. The sun sunk from view
    Masked by rolling dark clouds
    Swollen sky floods earth

2. He loved me so
    I could read it in his eyes
    A mirror to mine

3. Clouds framed the sun
    Cloaked the sky in white tones
    The fall of summer

Untitled NaPoWriMo

I am a bruised soldier in a war of my own making. 
Battle weary, I surge against the tide of my disconnect, a half hearted flailing.

I have fed and fostered this image of self hate so that it blocks out the sun of reason and gives me no freedom or release.

Locked against a common course, the heat of "what should be" as though I could simply be defined by the status quo, rages against my soul.

I am not defined by the weight of expectations or the simple business of circumstance. I will not go gently into that good night as an effergy of what I might have been.

I am bruised and battle weary. I am my own chain and wreaking ball and infinite failings.
And yet, in spite of myself, I rise against those thousand voices who try to lay claim to my mind and steal all the pieces that, woven in intricate design, brought me wholly into being.



National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) - 30 days of poetry: Day 1: April 1st