NAPOWRIMO Day #9

Today’s prompt:

Write a poem. Watch the meeting recording to complete the warm up exercise that goes along with this activity. Choose one or both prompts:

  • Write about the relationship of light and dark.
  • Write about something that happened to you and how the light and/or dark affected you.

Post your poem to comments!

Reminders
Please read the NaPoWriMo page for details on how the challenge works, how to comment,  and how you can participate this month, no matter what your personal writing challenge is for the month of April. Remember that work shared this month is shared in precisely that spirit: sharing, as opposed to critiquing.

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Posted on April 9, 2016, in NaPoWriMo. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. I pluck a string to hear the echoing note
    an organic voice that reverberates
    the wooded trunk, and when feeling my skin
    against its own–hard yet smooth, interrupted
    by the metal ridges upon its neck–i infuse myself to it.

    earthy and rooted deeply in the soil;
    richly plangent or with a glittery treble
    it is the bare minimum
    all words stripped down to their purest core.

    of ebony or of rosewood
    of cocobolo or of Sitka
    a forest of hollow inhalations
    that sing the beautiful truth.

    i harness its mellifluous caress
    and fabricate my passion from its
    composition.

    it is a living, breathing sound.

    acoustic

    (i didn’t use the prompt)

  2. Can the light exist without the dark?
    Does not the presence of light create shadows?
    Does not the dark set the standard for what is light?
    Would we know light if not for the dark?
    If the light were not present, would we fear the dark?
    Were both light and dark always present?
    Will both light and dark always be present?
    Will there be a world with only light?
    And no dark?

  3. Darkness is merely
    the absence of light.
    One would not exist without the other.

    Why are we thus afraid of the dark
    if it is nothing without light?
    Why do we fear emptiness if we can fill it?

  4. – Wrote with no prompt, but found the poem I wrote kind of fit this prompt

    I told myself, there was something to be said about others words.
    Every syllable of a mouth vibration, every key note sung,
    Is an important flower blooming on the vine of a person.
    I told myself to not just take the words from the brightest flowers,
    but look at the ill-gotten flowers, for they speak the utmost truth.
    I told myself that it’s okay to have wilted flowers,
    The people that have them often carry the most colorful vines,
    It just takes time for them to bloom their best.
    I told myself that every flower is unique,
    Every flower has it’s dots, and it’s thorns.
    I told myself that thorns don’t make the vines evil,
    And the dots don’t always make the flower peaceful.

  5. Is it really just a child’s worry
    that there is a monster in the closet?
    That engulfed in the black
    there might be something under the bed.
    That the creeping shadows crawl
    closer to their head.

    We say it’s only a trick of the dark
    when our clothes form a figure
    or it’s simply our tossing and turning
    that caused the creek near the floor.
    That it’s just the illusion of the moonlight
    accenting the darkness through the window.

    But when we find ourselves alone
    in the blackness of the night
    and the closet door creeks
    as the shadows creep
    and the monster slithers under the bed
    we long to turn on the lights
    because maybe it’s not all in our head.

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