Dying, one Blink at a Time

This face is sheer fraud –
An impostor’s painted smile
Hides moribund eyes;
Slow they close as life torments,
Dying, one blink at a time . . .

written in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post


I, Weary Traveller

Each day pens more detail
In the story of my life
Its ups and its downs
Its trivia and melodrama
Yet I hold no power
As an author’s quill does
No choice as the reader might exert
Unable to skip chapters
Or jump to the epilogue
I journey slowly through the story
Weary burdened traveller,
Stepping from page to page
Annotating the facts of the past
With no foresight of future lines

The challenge for Day 29 of Na/GloPoWriMo2017 was to take one of your favorite poems and find a very specific, concrete noun in it; then spend five minutes free-writing associations – other nouns, adjectives, etc. and use your original word and the results of your free-writing as the building blocks for a new poem.

I drew the word ‘traveller’ from one of my favourite poems, ‘The Listeners’ by Walter de la Mere.

Fear and Faith #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017

A thief
Accomplice of doubt
Stealing away from me

A gift
Given by grace
Saving me from myself

For Day 23 of Na/GloPoWriMo, Gloria Gonsalves provides the challenge – to write a double elevenie. It was suggested that it might be fun to try to write the double elevenie based on two nouns that are opposites, like sun and moon, or mountain and sea.

An elevenie is an eleven-word poem of five lines, with each line performing a specific task in the poem. The first line is one word, a noun. The second line is two words that explain what the noun in the first line does, the third line explains where the noun is in three words, the fourth line provides further explanation in four words, and the fifth line concludes with one word that sums up the feeling or result of the first line’s noun being what it is and where it is. A double elevenie would have two stanzas of five lines each, and twenty-two words in all.

Dark Night Rises #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017

Lies’ separation
Faintest prospects abandoned
False, dark night rises
A void enveloping hope
Collapsing minds from all sides

A time for heroes
In justice’s midnight hour
Truth shines guiding light
Dawn reveals the Morning Star
Which night attempts to disguise

I have no idea if this really addresses the Day 17 prompt from, which was to write a poetic equivalent to a nocturne – a musical composition meant to be played at night, usually for piano, and with a tender and melancholy sort of sound. Whether this contribution to Na/GloPoWriMo2017 is inspired more by faith, or storylines from the superhero genres, I’ll let you decide.Na/GloPoWriMo2017

Absent Without Leave #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017

Absent without leave,
You used to be my mother,
Yet seem not to care;
This illness is so cruel,
Now you’re absent without love.

Na/GloPoWriMo2017 Day 16 and the prompt at is to write a poem in the form of a letter to a person, place, or thing, or in the form of a back-and-forth correspondence.

Self-Worth Abraded

Subject to abuse
Sanity at breaking point
Self-worth abraded

A rough week provides the inspiration to make use of Ronovan’s Word of the Week: abrade – to rub or wear away especially by friction; to wear down in spirit.


Easter holidays,
Timely rescue from workplace –
Refreshment and renewal,
Resurrection to new life!

written in response to today’s timely prompt at The Daily Post, with grateful thanks for a timely break from workplace torture – bring on the opportunity of renewal and a new life!

Nothing New Under the Sun #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017

I have seen all the things
That are done under the sun;
All of them are meaningless,
A chasing after the wind.
The wind blows to the south,
And turns to the north;
Round and round it goes,
Ever returning on its course;
What has been will be again,
what has been done will again be done.

Wisdom is better than folly,
As light is better than darkness,
The wise have eyes in their heads,
While the fool walks in the darkness;
But the same fate awaits both,
For all that man ever learns
Foolish errors shall be made again.

I have seen all the things
that are done under the sun;
all of them are meaningless,
a chasing after the wind.

I denied myself nothing my eyes desired,
I refused my heart no pleasure;
My heart took delight in all my labours,
And this was the reward for all my toil:
When I surveyed all, that my hands had done,
Which I had toiled to achieve,
Yet there was nothing new under the sun.

What do people get for all the toil,
Anxious striving, as they labour under the sun?
All their days their work is grief and pain;
even at night their minds do not rest.

I saw everything was meaningless,
A chasing after the wind;
Nothing was gained under the sun.

Day 8 of Na/GloPoWriMo2017, and the official prompt at is to write a poem that relies on repetition of a phrase, or just a word. This poem draws on the verses of Ecclesiastes in the bible’s Old Testament.

The Masked Face

Even in laughter
The heart may ache and cry out,
A masked face rejoice;
Yet sorrow’s dulled eyes peer through –
Tears of grief or pain, not joy

a tanka written in response to Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #28 – “laugh” and “cry”, and drawing in part on Proverbs 14:13