Category: Everyday Art Every Day - Everyday Art Every Day

NAPOWRIMO Day 3

4/4/2020

Retaining Hope Haikus from Pandemic Times

drowning, dreading and nightmares
news dire and dreadful
scared, anxious and waiting

But

drawing, dreaming and nature
birds, wine and music
food, poetry and painting

But

drowning, dreading and nightmares
news dire and dreadful
scared, anxious and waiting

But

drawing, dreaming and nature
birds, wine and music
food, poetry and painting

But...

retaining hope in pandemic times

NAPOWRIMO Day 4

4/4/2020

Life is a Flight of Stairs

NAPOWRIMO Day 1

4/4/2020

Tumultuous Times (2020)

opulent pearly pink, incandescent sky,
a sultry shade of sorbet sashays,
radiating hope in rocky times

oh, the iridescent greening!
permeates pandemic panic

and, like a colouring book,
vivid rainbow petals burst.

then, bugs buzz back,
into my life of deathly hugs.

NAPOWRIMO Day 2

4/2/2019

NAPOWRIMO2019 - Day 0

3/31/2019

Here’s a happy birthday cold
It’s how you know you’re getting old
Yay, forty two, here’s a flu
My hair is dusty and body’s rusty
All in all I’m musty and crusty

It’s coming! NAPOWRIMO is coming!!!

3/29/2019

I’ve registered for the napowrimo site and am super excited, in theory. In truth, I get anxious because I am supposed to write poetry and then I share it on my website which requires tech savvy... so I apologize in advance if I get overwhelmed and under-poemed;)

Ps. What blog service do you use that is super easy-peas??

NAnxiETRY (#NaPoWriMo Day 1)

3/29/2019

gearing up for NAPOWRIMO
if only there were a poetry depot
I’m excited but also terrified
from the expectations specified
I’ve psyched myself out
and now I’m in a drought

What do I do?
I fret and I stew
for its when I must
that I go bust
I resist and revolt
I need a lightening bolt

but I must write poetry in April
perhaps I should be grateful
I have words to share
and then
and poetry swoops in to save the day

there was a bit of brilliancy, there,
for
a
moment...
but it’s over now

From my Sketchbooks...

1/18/2019

Teaching Art from the Heart and Soul

Poetember Challenge - Start....

9/3/2018

Need a creative boost? I do! I love Kick in the Creatives...

#Poetember ... For the poets out there, this month we are introducing the brand new poetry challenge, ‘Poetember.’’ We are challenging you to write and share a poem every day throughout September!

Guidelines:

Write a poem every day in September.
You can write a poem about any topic you like, but we’ll provide optional prompts if you need them.
If you choose to share your work on social media, don’t forget to link and tag us in your post (details shown below) We might even feature your work on our blog!

Prompt #1 - Calm

Stormy Weather

Crow caws the alarm,
Flapping ferociously.
Gales grab at fancy flyers;
End is nigh.

Thunder grumbles cuz it knows.

A calm and balmy, sultry breeze;
Allure of safety - falsely so.

A power-hungry forceful fork
Explodes its light upon
The dead still
Of a break in putrid heat.

Bird song resumes.

First round results:
Victory to the light.

Dark recedes, for now.
Though its presence duly noted
By the mammoth rain drops splatting on my screen.

Prompt #2 - violet

Violaceous Amethystine

I saw her there
in a room:
livid lavender in the canister
smells all purple and lilac-y
a plum petunia,
Violet vavoomed a violent viola
she, Violaceous Amethystine,
a mauve orchid, and
I, a hyacinth painted pansy magenta,
crouched next to the Spider lighter
sitting on the floor, fallen

a note on method - I looked up the prompt word in the thesaurus and combine words based on sound; ‘spider lighter’ is a random pleasant sounding object that was part of my physical world at the time; gradually an image appeared in my mind, and a mood...
Violaceous Amethystine is a viola-playing beauty. The narrator is a mere common man, crouched low on the floor, watching his love perform.
It is unclear as to whether she even knows he exists...

Prompt #3 (waiting)...

#NaPoWriMo2018 - Poem 6

4/6/2018

The One In the Window

In certain slants of light, she looks
like that dude from Metallica (in his younger years).
Everything was happening in Hollywood.
This ain’t Kansas anymore; it’s real,
And my favourite ruby shoes
have a broken heel.
I don’t like how it feels.
And nobody wants to
have anything to do
with a girl and her guitar.

It occurs to me I’m in a dead trade.
I can’t find work so I cant get paid.
And it seems to me,
Everybody does it all for free.

And you realize, as you roam,
that there’s no place like home.
But your home is someone else’s couch.
And it’s do, or don’t;
Not a question of won’t

Truth resonates
The universe inspirates.
Failing to find love and happiness;
Falling fully and flailing completely;
It’s all in the rewrites.
Through it all, you gotta keep on keeping on.