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NaPoWriMo #7 – Slumber

See, serotonin gets stamped down,
pushed into a corner and told
‘Maybe not right now’. In a sulk,
the chemicals take your dreams with them,
say that you can’t play without their say so.
Dreams, for their part, miss you,
head at you in a rush and bowl you over
with a whole week’s worth of love at once.

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NaPoWriMo #6 – Suddenly Sertraline

Take the tablet once a day,
wash it down with water
you can taste the past in.
Learn to live with last night’s nightmares,
better them than memories
dark enough to lose sight of the future.

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NaPoWriMo #5 – Petrichor

Wet concrete when the rain has come,
reminds me that our tower blocks
will someday succumb to the same force
that kisses earth and coaxes
gentle blades of grass to grow,
part the soil and reach towards the now grey sky.

The clouds are teased apart
by the harp strings of the sun,
playing songs to call the droplets back,
that put cracks between the brickwork as they pass
and melodies to make the new grass sway.

I am the failed and fulfilled potential found
in every drop of rain.

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NaPoWriMo #4 – On Being A Poet

This is family,
bound tighter than a dictionary,
with every word kept safe inside
as the pages start to scuff and fray.

This is history,
stretching out before me wide
on either side. Touching bard and skald
and griot to the slammers and the beaters.

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NaPoWriMo #3 – Mudlarking

Had a busy day – wrote a poem but need to type it up later 🙂

UPDATE: So, I was helping out at Shot From The Lip the past two days and it was such an exhilarating experience that I ended up coming home and sleeping soundly both days. Luckily, I was scribbling all through the two days so I did manage to do my NaPoWriMo Poems but didn’t get a chance to type them up. Here’s Friday’s poem:

This is the place where they turned art into an egg.
Filled a concrete shell with dreams
just waiting to be born.
Grey cement poured here as an idea
to house ideas that shimmer
like the sands of an iridescent desert,
whispering irresistibly of a new world
or a new life to be lived
each moment
that the doors aren’t locked.

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NaPoWriMo #2 – Joy (Gogyoshi-ku)

As their fingers grip,
tearing across your
careful folds, slow realisation
spreads across their face.
The beauty of a forest fire.

You cannot stop it,
so you let the fire burn,
feel your own heart glow.

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NaPoWriMo #1 – Industrial Estate of Mind

Too many industrial estates
have been relevant to my life.
All the same, all squat sadness
made from bricks
and the cheapest corrugated metal.

Here I find the people
who put the pieces
of my world together.
The ready meals
and the windowpanes,
reams and reams of bunting
made from colours you can’t find here.

Irregular laughter finds its way
into the smoke that seeps into the sky,
curling out from narrow chimneys.
Lost amongst the avenues
of orange brick and smells
that take a lifetime to forget.