#diabolicalfib #NaPoWriMo2021 #day7

Diabolical Fib

Hell

is

often

described as

other people, I 

have to ask - are your toes singeing?

I opted for the "fib" NaPoWriMo describes it's origins 

"...Our second syllabic form is much more forthright about its recent origins. Like the shadorma, the Fib is a six-line form. But now, the syllable count is based off the Fibonacci sequence of 1/1/2/3/5/8. You can link multiple Fibs together into a multi-stanza poem, or even start going backwards after your first six lines, with syllable counts of 8/5/3/2/1/1. Perhaps you remember the Fibonacci sequence from math or science class – or even from nature walks. Lots of things in the natural world hew to the sequence – like pinecones and flower petals. And now your poems can, too.

Happy writing!"

Image credit: Dean Moriarty Bhuddist Hell

#Virtuosity #NaPoWriMo2021 #Day6

Virtuosity

I admire your

signature style, the way you

manoeuvre, deftly

expressing the authentic,

flawless masterpiece that’s you.

 

Tiny lil tanka today as it has been busy, busy, busy.

My inspiration was a line from don Miguel Ruiz “The Four Agreements”. “Every human is an artist. The dream of your life is to make beautiful art.”

#scarification #NaPoWriMo2021#Day5

 

Scarification

Other seeds do not require it they

will not need nicks on their outer shell.

Important to get the process right.

It signals the seed embryo to germinate,

water absorption jump starts progression, and

coats are scarified carefully to encourage growth.

Increases the changes of

tender shoots sprouting.

Take file, of knife or nail clippers,

Touch firm deep enough to penetrate,

oh, but not too deep to damage,

be careful with slicing,

each incision needs precision.

Accuracy is what you are after,

Plant straight away.

Well today’s prompt went weird and I’m going to say a little bit scary.   I used one of the selected poems, Pennsylvania and then had open an article on scarification of seeds which I harvested for words to begin each sentence

#Liminal #NaPoWriMo2021#day4

Liminal

Lights at the end of

the tunnel, or a monster,

eyes as big as mill wheels.

Maybe a kitten in a box.

Liminal spaces hold possibilities.  

Fear exists at threshold.

Schrodinger's cat both dead and

alive until you

pull off the lid an peek,

at the horror/joy held inside.

#smokemirrorsandrainbows #NaPoWriMo2021 #day3

Smoke, mirrors and rainbows

You could say

we live in politically acrid times.

Smoke and mirrors.

Harsh on the lungs,

lips taste bitter gall

my eyes sting.

Some are wearing

masks out of respect

for the collective.

Some fear 

trespasses on civil liberties. 

All choking on something.

Rolling up sleeves

or vocally denying efficacy

Rock and hard place.

Faded window rainbows,

we scrawled for the NHS.

Seems a lifetime ago.

Prismatic refracted light

symbolically bridgind worlds

longing for polarisation to cease.

#forked #NaPoWriMo2021 #day2

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Forked

Given a simple binary choice.

I took a road I never thought I would

travel.

I had worn paths so many times, so

many wandering meander lines.

At the fork trying to trek, the

lush green, fecund track.

My quick, light steps left no groove.

So I thought that was that.

Until my star was crossed.

It's trajectory sling shot.

Forced that along that other path.

No briar roses only thorns.

Barbs that pierce

Useless tears, snot, viscously

viscous fluids.

Silently I trekked on.

#deranged #NaPoWriMo2021 #day1

Deranged, you think we'd

moved on, but still the psycho 

halloween costume,

media love to equate 

mental illness dangerous.