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NaPoWriMo Day 28 – Closing In

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The end approaches
like a sun the horizon:
pass the sunglasses.

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NaPoWriMo Day 27 – Trails

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vyacheslavmishchenko-23-934x You say that home is where the heart is
but we would disagree,
to an extent. We’ll get back to you on that.

You say all roads lead to Rome
eventually. We’ll see about that too,
just be patient, give us time.

You say that time flies or crawls,
but we prefer to see it slide
trying to keep pace with us.

You say pride goes before a fall,
then call us lazy and inefficient
but we’re actually pretty grounded.

So do your best to bring us down,
we’ll just keep on going. Slowly.

NaPoWriMo Day 26 – Just Sayin’

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I have neglected
the poem
that was meant
for yesterday

and which
you were probably
expecting
to be better

than this
but it isn’t
so yeah
deal with it

I am actually fairly annoyed at myself for not getting one done on the 26th. Have a themed pun.

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NaPoWriMo Day 25 – In Silence

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I write words every day.
I don’t know where I’ll go
by writing.
I know I could stay silent.
Those who know, don’t speak.
Mute in the womb of time
where people even cry.
A look
will be enough to understand and say
what the voice cannot.
I touch every instant, every day
the cry and the thunder. I live around.
I could stop and wait.
In silence.

[Original Italian by Margherita Guidacci, ‘In silenzio’.]

NaPoWriMo Day 24 – Paris Sleeps

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Paris sleeps. A giant silence
climbs down to occupy every crack
between tile and brick. Cats and birds
are quiet. I keep watch.

August without claxon. I survive
alone, maybe. I hold in my arms
like Sainte Geneviève my city
peeking out of the cape, in a corner of the painting.

[Original Italian by Maria Luisa Spaziani, ‘Parigi dorme’.]

NaPoWriMo Day 23 – Writing a Picture

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Here I trace the first line
as straight as I can go,
a moat between grains and glass
separating what comes now,
what came then and what comes later.

Here I move inside the first contour
as light as I can go.
A face, hands immovable moving
timed reactions framed in
blank spaces, words will come later.

Here I draw the second scene
as quiet as I can go
the sequence scuttling along
fed by salt and sand and more.
Another scene will come later.

Here I stand back for a second
as the story before me
sits, crashing and roaring
washing into another page and another
after that. More will come later.

NaPoWriMo Day 21 – Twisted Idioms (II)

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He lived in this ugly old slum
and uglier than him there were none.
With his black carapace
and his pincer-filled face –
though he was dearly loved by his mum.

Another twisted idiom from Italian, this time the Neapolitan ‘Ogni scarrafon’è (b)bello a mammà soja’, literally translated as ‘Even a cockroach is beautiful to its mum’. Not too far from ‘Face only a mother could love’, really.

NaPoWriMo Day 20 – Hop to It

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Yes I know I should’ve been writing
but yesterday was way too eggciting!
We were tracking a rabbit
and he just wouldn’t have it:
he would not give ’em up without fighting.

Late poem in the aftermath of chocolate day. Vaguely inspired by this guy.

NaPoWriMo Day 18 – A True Fan

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You must observe the figure
take in the curvature
the refraction of light on chrome
glint of flash on tinted plastic.

You must touch the figure
insinuate your fingers beneath
panels, permeate with life
the lifeless textured plastic.

You must lick the figure
savour the sweetness of the cracks
and edges of bittersweet ratchets
and salt tears of joy and plastic.

Then, and only then
you will become what I have been.
Then, and only then
you will be.. a true fan.

Prompted by yesterday’s NaPoWriMo.net suggestion, and inspired by something that a weird fan said once, on a discussion board. Weird fans are pretty weird.

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“Transform me like one of your French bots”