a poem for lippy

 

a mood is lippy on a cup of something crucial

a person’s choice of lip shows social preference

hear your red and you’re redolent with riches

touch your pink and you’re prior to other pinches

taste your lip and you’ll experience that fully

see your beaut and you’ll believe you are lovely

smell your grey and you’re grazing something truthful

listen to shade: you’ll touch your wounded core place

Poem for Day 5 of NaPoWriMo 2020: partly achieved

my stressed suitcase

my dream of a suitcase comes only with stress

the clothes to fit in are way too excess

tension mounts: I will miss my flight

nausea rises at my timed-out plight

I wake, and I feel bereaved of my stuff

it’s just my fear I will never be enough

 

NaPoWrimo Day 4: write about an image from a dream

the rhyme of him and her

 

he loves her when she’s sweet and juice

she is loved when needy and loose

he takes offence when she doesn’t give truce

she feels tears as he shouts his dues

he takes hold when reaching a sluice

she holds cold, fearing an energy noose

he is truth, she is bruise

she is now, he’s set loose

 

NaPoWrimo Day 3 2020: playing with a word bank of rhymes

puzzling my way through

Fitting together, bit by tiny bit,

this is getting me through.

The notches that link, the bumps that won’t,

the picture that’s slow to reveal.

The colours that work, the shapes that don’t,

the purpose it helps me feel.

Finding meaning in a baffling world

can help an anxious mind to subside.

Yet the notable gaps are there to remind

the work that keeps me alive.

 

Poem 1 on Day 1 of NaPoWriMo2020 / GloPoWriMo2020

not-so-splendid isolation

what writer doesn’t crave time alone,

to write, float, feel free to create

in a world of imagined forms

 

yet ‘on your own’ brings up all kinds of stuff:

the thought, the feel, the sense of nothing,

the loneliness of being alone

 

I thought I’d welcome the time on page

that can stretch so far and deep –

yet now it’s self-pressure to perform

 

in my restricted bowl, with views of nought,

I have to reframe the reminder ticks

as a chance to live, to write, and transform