NaPM April 30 2013 (Last ONE)

[milo]

Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.

Topic 30: Write a poem as a fatalist - in other words, write a poem inspired by fate, luck (good or bad) pretty much not being in control of your own destiny.

Form : any
Line requirements: 10 lines or more.

Questions?

This is the last one, lets have a good turnout!!

[Todd]

The Stars Are Not Silent

I unfold the papers like a map,
and let the newsprint bleed
beneath my fingers.

The oracles have retreated
into ancient twilight. No longer
to speak. Fate is a hound that stalks
in mute approach. The fox caught
between teeth before the horn is blown.

I read that I may
love a woman.
Who will be my mother.
Who is now I widow
for I will kill a vagrant;
who was my father.
It has been done before.
It will be done again.
We cannot untrace.
There is no escape
from the tyranny of birth.

[cidermaid]

forgot what i was meant to be writing about...think I managed to drag it back in the last line. (Not done any proof reading yet so prob got lots of nits)

This rose has thorns, I’ll never be bold enough
to hold a rose. My tender skin, beneath
these gloves, would split and let those barbs then scuff
and cut and pierce; a fatal wound from teeth,
which laced with germs will race to meet and eat
my knights all white. A trend, then set to start
the slow and painful death, as cells made weak
will break and pustulate through out my heart.
Far better not to look or touch the rose
and keep my skin and life un-pierced. To live
beneath the cancerous sky and walk the rows
among the deadly rose is divisive.
But yet I must, my stars foretold my fate.
An Aries, trapped in white checkmate.

[NakedBear]

Long and short lashes
tangle to veil
daisy chained visions
through the past.
And each green stem
is tied to more stems,
which tie to their ring of dull yellow.

I had thought as I wove that I’d chosen,
but now cannot fathom the discarded.
I wonder where they lay (if they lay),
those links of potentials not twisted.
I wonder if their petals have lasted,
while these have fallen to the wind.

I think that some hand
had furnished the flowers into mine.
I think that they’ve chosen
the meanest and smallest supply.
And I’ve not thought before to ask why.

I ask: why?

But why should I ask?
Just now the last of my links
has been wrapped and tied fast,
yet from the ring I’d not set
the first has now rot and unbound,
to let down my thin chain
through the void of m...

[milo]

Long and short lashes
tangle to veil
daisy chained visions
through the past.
And each green stem
is tied to more stems,
which tie to their ring of dull yellow.

I had thought as I wove that I’d chosen,
but now cannot fathom the discarded.
I wonder where they lay (if they lay),
those links of potentials not twisted.
I wonder if their petals have lasted,
while these have fallen to the wind.

I think that some hand
had furnished the flowers into mine.
I think that they’ve chosen
the meanest and smallest supply.
And I’ve not thought before to ask why.

I ask: why?

But why should I ask?
Just now the last of my links
has been wrapped and tied fast,
yet from the ring I’d not set
the first has now rot and unbound,
to let down my thin chain
through the void of m...

the voicing here is excellent , Mikey

[billy]

My dice have stopped
the coin is tossed
the bus i need to catch is lost.

I rubbed a rabbit's foot, or two
then watched my racehorse shed a shoe
it hit the fence and just fell through.

A gamble here, a wager there,
I've laid my marker everywhere
parked upon casino chair.

If destiny would let me win
would give this guy just one more spin
I'd cash my chips and pull the pin.

[NakedBear]

the voicing here is excellent , Mikey

Thank you, milo. I'm very pleased you approve.

[milo]

Man, How did I miss this?

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Can NaPM be every month?

no, but you can go back through the threads and write one for each. By the time you are done, it might just be next year again, you never know.

[justcloudy]

sorry, I disappeared for the last little while. had a poetry/music workshop going on so I guess that's a good reason for being absent? lol. then internet went out. anyway I've missed being here, hello all again.

thanks milo for organizing NaPM-- it really was a good exercise, even if I didn't do all of them I'm glad I participated as much as I could.

might take a bit to get back into the swing of things but I'll try to get some comments up in the next few days.... haven't read anything for a while though, soooo forgive me if I'm slow. ;D

[billy]

hopefully milo will get something else on the go after a shortish break, welcome back

[alan6693]

My dice have stopped
the coin is tossed
the bus i need to catch is lost.

I rubbed a rabbit's foot, or two
then watched my racehorse shed a shoe
it hit the fence and just fell through.

A gamble here, a wager there,
I've laid my marker everywhere
parked upon casino chair.

If destiny would let me win
would give this guy just one more spin
I'd cash my chips and pull the pin.

i defiantly enjoyed reading this poem

[brandontoh]

Belief
There’s no need for shooting stars
before making wishes.

A four-leaf clover is just
hot chocolate you can’t taste.

Dream-catchers may protect
but lullabies make better campfires.

Happiness comes from faith,
and hope costs just a penny
sold by Undine in her garden.