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Showing posts with label napowrimo 2024. Show all posts
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Wednesday, May 01, 2024

24/Conclusion

 

GLOBAL/NAPOWRIMO 2024 

CONCLUSION

First of all may I take this opportunity to congratulate everybody who completed, or even attempted, the thirty poems in thirty days challenge this year.


As ever, I feel as if I have failed to achieve very much this year, apart from the fact that I was able to complete the April challenge once again.


So, thank you for reading my posts and liking them, here and there, on FaceBook. Also, a very big thank you to the four thousand plus hits I got on my STG bloggage.


Of course it's never about the numbers, but it is nice to know that there are still a few people out there who do actually make/take the time to have a look at my work.


I would like to try and finish the month by writing another piece for my 'Hello Am I Even Home' collection, I had been thinking about the mechanics (for want of a better description) of writing this piece throughout April, but it just never happened.


HELLO AM I EVEN ESCAPING

Hardly holding onto the safety rail

I made my way down the old concrete steps

I slipped a little at the bottom but

recovering quickly I continued my escapade


Only looking around to see if either of my helpers

had noticed that I was missing yet

of course I had no intention of actually escaping

I simply wanted to find out if they would miss me


Starting to shiver a little I wished that

I had put a coat on over my pyjamas

one of my slippers was already soaking wet

and it dawned on me that I hadn't taken my pills


I was already in the city centre

the hustle and bustle and the smell of coffee

that daily greeted the early morning workers

where am I hello am I even escaping

01052024


Monday, April 01, 2024

Napo 24/1

Global/Napowrimo 2024 

The April challenge of thirty poems in thirty days.

All my entries will be posted on my 

Sweet Talking Guy bloggage at sewina.blogspot.com

Here's today's post:

NEVER MIND

Pews discarded like an ancient church hall

more Pastors than an Italian menu

They sing the hymns and bang the tins

like Oscar Wilde in Reading Gaol


Sadly there's no room left for Easter

It's religious to celebrate they say

sacrilegious as church on Sunday

scoffing they disregard Christmas too


Never mind the weather the beer is cool

Where do you come from? England I tell them

They pour Red Horse litre after litre

until it comes out of my ears

01042024