Goodbye to caring About pointless things Farewell to fretting Over middling worries, So long to stressing Until point of explosion, Hello now to absorbing Everything slowly- Not lackadaisically, Just focused and sensibly.
Day 29’s prompt: Write an evening poem‘Snatching the Evenings’
We’re always stealing Time back in the evenings- Hours to indulge in Our true passions That wretched daylight Cruelly denies us.
Time to excitedly pour into Cherished little projects Or the ambitious novel Chipped away at occasionally, Or even just simply Idly watching another’s story.
However there is a flaw In this rebellious seizing Of hours we should be spending In static dreaming- The sudden drain of energy When light rudely appears again…
But this is all some get To delve into their interests, So one can hardly blame them For forsaking relaxation- The black bags under their eyes Only a small price to pay…
(This poem is assembled from taking certain words/phrases from all 27 poems I have written for this month so far)
Finding the Peace Again
He scrolls through an ancient database Of cherished faces, And himself, younger, Full of eccentric energy Before being struck by the little malady Of world-weary cynicism.
Now, he’s in a numbing spiral Of half-baked pleasantries, Becoming a nagging secretary To life’s vexing little weasels, Longing for the quiet moments He can indulge in his passions.
He spends every spare minute Chasing elusive ideas- Those lightbulb moments Which he can use to embellish Near-accurate narratives With garish, flashing neon.
But too often his mental galaxy Becomes a vortex of instability- His life split in half Between subdued mania And merciless dissection- Finding no single certainty.
He’ll find fleeting comfort in The banal and expensive, Supposed retail therapy To increase well-being, A stupefied trance Doing little to ease anxiety.
Yet this suggestible soul Aching for the normal, Finds wistful peace In verdant surroundings- A concealed compassion released In all its silky grandeur.
Day 27’s prompt: Write a believe and/or a don’t believe poem
‘Don’t Believe the Hype’
When you’ve been around Long enough to develop A sensible cynicism, You can generally tell What will truly be Tremendous and life-changing And, conversely, What may well seem Bombastic on the surface, But sadly, underneath A fizzling disappointment Upon merciless dissection And crushing closer inspection.
You’ll generally discover That anything humbly presented Is likely to be more exciting And worthy of lauding Than witless, outward bluster Promising so much But ending in disaster…
Day 26’s prompt: Take the phrase “(blank) World,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.
‘Waiting World’
Even when You’re in Deepest pain Or a malaise You can’t explain The world will still Be waiting For you to engage And explore When well again- The universe itself Is the one constant In this muddled existence- So remember please To take peace In this single certainty.
A passing thought Given time to brew And marinate For a little while Could create An epic tale Spanning generations And fantastical locations, All born from a musing Lasting less than a minute…
So often these snippets Put a frustrated writer Drained of ideas Back on course again- Frantically scribbled Before they disappear- This is the creative life, Snatching lightbulb moments, Then effortlessly transformed Into an entire universe.
They rush you in, Hurriedly spin Half-baked pleasantries, Don the appearance Of actually listening, But more likely Barely paying attention.
But what do you expect When their bursting schedule Is so laughably behind already? To be treated like an individual And handled accordingly? You must be joking, Or extremely optimistic…
Admittedly the blame Doesn’t lie entirely with them- It’s the wretched system Of haphazardly squeezing in So many in suffering- What hope is there of remedy When pushed to absolute limit?
Day 21’s prompt: Take the phrase “(blank) Me,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.
‘Bear with Me’
Bear with me please, I don’t always perceive Everything clearly, I might be distracted By infinite possibilities Instead of what’s standing Right there in front of me.
I assure you there’s generally Legitimate worries Spinning and whirring In my mental galaxy- You may call it ‘anxiety’ But I prefer labelling it As ‘misdirected energy’…
It’s just passion, you see, Contorted into fretting, But consider it a tendency To scan the data carefully Before senselessly leaping Into potential catastrophe- So bear with me, I’ll get there eventually.