NaPoWriMo Day 16 ~ Don’t

Don’t

Don’t ask me to define my thoughts.
My tongue is not a lizard.
Don’t demand decisions.
I am not a hawk. Not swift.
I don’t have opinions.
I am not a running hare,
but I switch track through grasses.
I won’t say it’s this or that
proposing it as wisdom.
I am not a salmon.
The scales of thought are easily tipped
from one side or the other.
I swing on the rainbow’s arch
between the sun and showers.
I won’t judge it right or wrong
and condemn another.
I’m not the one to watch and judge.
An open mind is kinder.

© A.Chakir 2023

Day 15 ~ Kind to the Cat

Kind to the cat

So cruel to me,

Yet so kind to the cat.

So good at growing roses.

Horses would turn and follow you.

You could calm a nervous rabbit.

Sometimes you were nice to me,

or simply you ignored me,

both a rare relief.

A day of peace and mildness,

But not enough to balance your drunken wildness.

The cat had the sense to disappear.

Its exit had been granted.

Every day I wished I could leave,

be free of you.

That wasn’t what you wanted.

So cruel to me,

but kind to the cat.

That’s the strangeness I saw inside you.

© A.Chakir 2023

Day 11~ (base a poem on overheard conversation) ~ Finale.

Finale

‘I can’t sing’ he said, quietly humming.
‘Don’t worry’ she sang.
‘Neither can I.’

They arrived at some kind of harmony as soon they tried.

They were enchanted, ensung,

enthralled to the music soaring, undone.


Lovers singing the song of each other

make patterns, staves, notes in the dark.

It can’t be wiped out once it’s written.


© A.Chakir 2023

NaPoWriMo 9 ~ Not inclined to write a sonnet

No Sonnet

I’m not in the mood for sonnets

Or ghazals, triads or odes.

I’m writing a ballad instead

I don’t want to write about love

I’ve got that walking rhythm now

The chorus will soon come along

It should have a bridge, it wont

I’m not making any effort

I can’t be bothered to rhyme

except in the chorus ahead.

The chorus is coming right now!

Who on earth would be a poet!

I could have just stayed in bed.

Oh, who would be a poet

Sing loud, sing clear, be unread.

No-one should be a poet

To be read, write memes instead.

© A.Chakir 2023

NaPoWriMo Day 8 Prompt is long

It’s complicated!

  • Begin the poem with a metaphor.
  • Say something specific but utterly preposterous.
  • Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly throughout the poem.
  • Use one example of synesthesia (mixing the senses).
  • Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.
  • Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.
  • Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.
  • Use a word (slang?) you’ve never seen in a poem.
  • Use an example of false cause-effect logic.
  • Use a piece of talk you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you don’t understand).
  • Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun) . . .”
  • Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.
  • Make the persona or character in the poem do something he or she could not do in “real life.”
  • Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.
  • Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.
  • Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.
  • Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no sense.
  • Use a phrase from a language other than English.
  • Make a non-human object say or do something human (personification).
  • Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes” an image from earlier in the poem.

NaPoWriMo Day 7 – The Great Divide

The prompt today was to create a poem that is also in the form of a list.

The Great Divide

To make a home you need more than bricks and mortar
Or well seasoned timbers.
You need money to furnish your nest
With warm beds and comfortable chairs
And food in the fridge and the cupboards.

Your cupboards must never be empty.
Love is never enough when you’re hungry
And you have no money for pleasure.

What you may have is too much time.
You may try very hard to be happy
You may cling to each other with sadness
But the world won’t let love exist
When the power goes out in the winter
You children won’t stand a chance.

In an ideal world there is warmth and laughter
The table will never be empty.
The house will smell of warm baked bread
Angel cakes rise in the oven.

Outside the windows the sun will be shining.
You will sit in the shade in your garden
Watching your children play,
Forgetting the great divide
Between nothing at all and plenty

© A.Chakir 2023

Day 6 ~ Poems from the French and Portuguese

Todays prompt was to read a poem in a language you are not too familiar with (so that basically you don’t understand it) and then, just from the sound of it write a poem of your own – I did two from French and Portuguese

Alone in the Dark

I contemplate my foolishness baffled by
the contrast of smoke and pure air
the leaves rustle outside my window
a piano is playing next door

I hear a tender tune of meetings in this moment
a song of the night, the earth
the dance of eternal stars,
inexorably close to my heart

The night again! after days of comedy
with no laughter, the sadness, my sickness
can’t be cured by the beautiful flowers.

The universe responds, but I cannot subsist
the days repeat and repeat, shouting encore.
My life is only sadness as I sit here alone in the dark.

Love is urgent

The urgencies of love
made me embark
on rough seas

the urgencies of desperate love
solid, square and cruel
bring my lament to the waves,
crashing around my feet

it’s urgent, it’s all going by too fast
so many kisses I sought in the cornfields
looking for roses and rivers
and open clear days

is my heart so impure
that I can’t find the light?
This love is urgent.
I came to the estuary
and now I am lost in the sea

© A.Chakir 2023

Day 5 ~ Flirting with Isaac

My mother, looks vague

as we gather around her bed.

My sons, my grandchildren, my daughter-in-law

trying to make conversation

that doesn’t completely exclude her,

though she’s deaf and has dementia.

We struggle.

I consider her birdlike limbs.

She looks at me deeply puzzled.

She doesn’t know who I am.

Isaac her gentle carer

holds a drink to her lips,

stroking back her hair,

that inadequate cap to her skull.

He’s asking her how she feels.

‘Exactly the same’, she says

‘Exactly the same?’ he asks.

‘Exactly the same’ she says

‘As I was ten minutes ago

When everyone in here asked.’

We all laugh.

I see a diamond glint in her eyes,

a humourous flash of cunning.

She’s enjoying herself.

Ninety-five years old,

Flirting with Isaac

Teasing, smiling, still winning.

© A.Chakir 2023

Todays prompt was to use laughter and the juxtaposition between grief and joy, sorrow and reprieve. 

Day 4 ~ The Man with Lambs in his Eyes

Today’s prompt was to write a triolet.

 A triolet is an eight-line poem. All the lines are in iambic tetrametre (for a total of eight syllables per line), and the first, fourth, and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines. This means that the poem begins and ends with the same couplet. Beyond this, there is a tight rhyme scheme (helped along by the repetition of lines) — ABaAabAB.

But I decided to play with it so I have written a double-triolet and a triad.

The Man with Lambs in His Eyes

the Ocado man came today
the sunshine arrived in his trail
he saw the spring lambs on his way
the Ocado man came today
he’d been watching the spring lambs play
they’d danced all his worries away
the Ocado man came today
and sunshine arrived in his trail

seeing the mirror this morning
I looked deeply into my eyes
I saw a strange sign and a warning
seeing the mirror this morning
no recognised face was forming
it gave me a total surprise
seeing the mirror this morning
I looked into faded dark eyes

the Ocado man came today
with lambs dancing in his eyes
and wiped all my troubles away

© A.Chakir 2023