2013 NaPoWriMo Day 7

Green Is Gone

I am the eagle that flew over grassy hills.
I am the bear that slumbered in mossy caves.
I am the stag that stood majestic in green woods.
I am the wolf that hunted through white forests.
I am the crow that feasted on the bloody plains.
We are the animals that have lost our green.
Where now is the green earth?

2013 NaPoWriMo Day 6

Crow

Watching
wild beasts feasting,
feathers dance in the wind.
For his turn to feast on the dead –
waiting.

Sharp beak –
pecking, cawing,
wanting to be noticed.
Letting all know that Death has come
again.

2013 NaPoWriMo Day 5

Lonely Moon

Full moon –
pale, bright and round
alone amongst the stars,
fading in the red light of dawn.
Lost moon.

Lost moon –
hidden moonlight
unseen until night falls,
many stars surround one pale light.
Lone moon.

2013 NaPoWriMo Day 4

Irregular Apocalypse

It didn’t start out like we thought it would –
no nuclear war
or a deadening plague
or a giant asteroid
or an alien invasion –
no big bang
signalling the end of civilisation.
It began like any normal day,
the sun was shining in a bright blue sky,
the birds were singing in the leafy trees,
and everyone went about their day.
It started with a good deed
that grew and spread,
enveloping the world.
The world changed drastically
like ice melting in a fire –
no more was there
greed – poverty – war – cruelty.
The world flourished,
becoming the paradise it was always meant to be.
But we forgot,
forgot our knowledge and instinct
on how to be predators,
on how to fight for what was ours.
Our Irregular Apocalypse of peace and love
was our ultimate downfall.
We had no weapons or the will to fight
when the aliens attacked.
Our planet was incinerated
for a new intergalactic diner
aptly named after us.
“Paradise Lost”

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Not my best or my usual.

2013 NaPoWriMo Day 3

The Invisible

Throughout the world
large pockets of us
gather in cities –
invisible and forgotten.
We sit on bus benches,
stalk in darkened libraries,
hover in the frozen food aisle.
We watch as you run around
to the Laundromat,
to your workplace –
we watch you
have affairs,
make mistakes –
we watch you
find and lose love –
wishing we had your lives.
We watch you live
before returning to our unwanted homes
of urns or morgues or graveyards.

2013 NaPoWriMo Day 2

Slow Destruction

She watches
the changes slowly taking place –
black leather draped over curves no longer there,
shadowed eyes gazing longingly at week old track marks,
painted ink over marble skin –

written stories both intimate and fearsome.

She watches
the slow destruction,
the descent into madness –
haunted eyes stare of the mirror
at the stranger looking in.
The once bright soul –
feeling like an outsider
in her own body –
watches through the windows of her eyes
at the slow destruction of her body
as the darkness slowly closes in.

2013 NaPoWriMo Day 1

Lessons From Time

“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may”

-          Robert Herrick, “To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time”

Grey face stare out of the black and the white
photos of the past
whispering life lessons
learned from the dead and gone
screaming at the young
to seize the day
to be better men
to live and love
to sometimes follow your duty
yelling at the young
to be yourself and not a sheep
to be your best
to be happy
to be full of life

Grey face stare out of the black and the white
photos of the past
grim, serious and sad faces

whispering life lessons
for us to learn from their mistakes
for us to take life as it comes
and live