CampNaNoWrimo

Living without passion

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Without conflict could we still survive, would we still want to live in our ever revolving faceless world of placation? Would we miss having fire in our bellies? Miss having passion and love and anger? Without emotion are we even really living or merely existing?

If you were able to live forever without the fresh breeze on your face, or the spray of the waves of the sea falling in mists on your skin, or without ever hearing the rising call of the lark or feel the warmth on the skin of your cheek: would this be living?

In Shadow of the Sun

Sometimes I am struck by the sheer futility of it all

Crossing out days in the calendar as if they were nothing

Allowing the sands of time to slip away

Watching the rising and setting of the sun

Knowing that in each lost day drowns a moment

An imagined space in fate forfeited, passed over

 

Some days there is anger, a hope that it will soon be over

A growing sadness that encourages me to leave it all

To walk away and seize the moment

But the fear of uncertainty, of being left with nothing

To be naked to elements, left to dry in the sun

These thoughts restrain me, stop me running away

 

Instead I walk a precarious line; he’d rather look away

Never wanting to face that its over

Seeing us as youngsters, playing in the sun

Willing to deny the truth, trying to forget it all

Attempting to believe the agitation is nothing

Not allowing emotion, not for a moment.

 

But it’s true, we are here in this moment

I still haven’t given anything away

Even at this juncture, I offer nothing

Except silent acknowledgement it’s over

I can offer no comfort at all

For I am every evil under the sun

 

I contemplate this in bed, awaiting the rising of the sun

My mind a kinetoscope, replaying every moment

Squeezing life from every last memory, I drink them all

Chasing down fragments, not allowing any to slip away

Nailing down reason, trawling through thoughts over and over

Torturing feelings to confirm there is nothing

 

Nothing more to hold me, no person, no thing

Save the inexplicable guilt of hurting a mothers son

My head so thick and weary, as though harbouring a hangover

Could it be my courage finally gathers momentum?

I should vault the bandwagon straightaway

To hell with my wherewithal

 

Who cares if I have nothing, I’d be open to it all

Then when my life expires, they can talk of this moment

And extol, I didn’t let the sun settle and let myself slip away

Winds of change

Ever get those days when you feel on the very edge of change and you fear somewhere deep inside that something unknown is about to snap and leave you blowing about in the wind. You get that little unsettling feeling in your stomach as it lurches towards the what ifs and the who knows, and the knowledge that you are not in the safe and secure place that you imagined yourself to be in.

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NaPoWriMo -Day 3

Well today I wanted to add a poem using the NaPoWriMo prompt which suggested writing a fan mail letter to someone like a celebrity or a historic figure perhaps. So I sat, and I thought, and mostly drew a blank at this, even though I could think of people I admired throughout history I couldn’t really pin a poem down to one person.

So instead someone from CampNaNoWriMo suggested I might use people I knew and i thought well that’s a good idea, why not pay homage to the people that inspire me on a daily basis.  So I hope you might also enjoy having a look through some of the blogs I follow and have tagged throughout this poem, and enjoy them as much as I do.

**Please note some of these are Adult blogs so please take note of this when clicking through the last ones, however I figure if you read my writing then you might expect this anyway  😀

 

For all the Blogs I’ve read before

To join in with a poem prompt
Is always kinda fun
Yet sometimes I still draw a blank
Know where my time has gone

For if my mind is at a loss
and inspirations low
I often trawl the internet
or read through my fellow
writers blogs, their poetry,
smile at all their art
indulge myself in stories
catch up with the ‘next part’

I like to read the Darkside
Join Poetry 101
Catch up with what’s right
and see what’s going on

Take a lesson on life by Judy
Feel the beauty in Days of Stone 
See Dewin for epic adventure
Find Jarrod if feeling alone

I often learn new things from Mille 
Or sometimes I’m learning to cry
At times its exploring emotions
Or be whimsical just to say hi

I might enjoy freckles for breakfast
Want Bittersweet with some tea
Have a catch up with Vic for some music
Or be swept away by Ramsey 

For book reviews I read Higbee 
If short on time I see Blair
For 50 words I find Richard 
or go giggle at a bear 

For humour, I like Mara 
George is always fun
I like to see what Drew writes
and know what Paul has done

Moonskittles shows creativeness
Nadine explores the soul
I visit woods when wistful 
join in with joys of Joel 

Friday there’s a SoCS prompt,
By Laura I’m inspired
Tosha gives me art & sound
And Shida I admire

A riddle from the middle 
Can make me form a grin
A Mommas view shows what to do
Ashley explores within

For musical words visit Anja 
Al gives a good point of view 
Thoughts will be racing in Poesia
Moonworld has poetry too

Beautiful words lie on whispered winds
Verseherder has photo’s and facts
For escape from life have a crowned night
Now prepare for the final climax

To sail into adult waters
Peter will guide your way
For thoughts upon erotica
August will have something to say

Ava gives out naughty tips
Sweet Violet is online 
Life blooms from petals unfolding
Wet bliss is just divine

And these are just a handful
of blogs which I’d trade time
to read, and so no wonder
my hours got lost this rhyme

 

 

*Also if you are not included and I follow your blog don’t worry I still love your work, I just noticed the poem was getting rather too long and my eyes are needing matchsticks to keep them open. Keep writing and having fun with your words  🙂