National Poetry Writing Month: Days 1 - 8

These are brought over from my blog, since it took me too long to get this one set up...

Chester (NaPoWriMo Day 1)

Chill out with the Fuzzy One
He knows
Exactly where to
Stretch out in order
To spread his fur into
Every nook and cranny of his
Residence.

Soho (NaPoWriMo Day 2) 

 

Spastic kitty, thundering through the house.
One can't help but wonder,
How those can be the same delicate paws which reach
Out to pat my arm, asking for attention. 

Sherwood (NaPoWriMo Day 3)

Come to the Faire! (Sherwood Forest Faire, that is)

Spring is here
Heed the Summons,
Escape with us, join
Robin and his Merry Men.
Wake mem'ries
Of old. Travel in time. If
Only for the
Day.

Dark and Light (NaPoWriMo Day 4)

Bright light
Radiating from
The street lamp,
Illuminating
Only its
Tiny
Circle
Failing to penetrate
The blackness
Beyond.

Names (NaPoWriMo Day 5)

Hidden meanings,
Enchanting rhythm,
A label to bring
A cherished one to mind,
Or banish a foe.
Whatsoever
You call me,
Perhaps 'tis best
To not call me
By name. 

Dirt (NaPoWriMo Day 6)


Such a small space

Over shadowed

By the towering buildings

On either side.

Filth covering the ground

To the point where

There is no distinction

Between the two.

Suffocating

Dumpster stench

Chokes the air.

Huddled in the back

Crouched shivering

In the corner

Just another

Bit of filth

Lost in the forgotten

Depths of the

Alley.

 Burning (NaPoWriMo Day 7)

Once it was

A passion

Hotter than

Could be endured.

Then it dropped

To smoldering.

And later

The fire returned,

But, it was

No longer

Passion

That burned

With such

Intensity.

Tomorrow (NaPoWriMo Day 8)

Each day

We go through our steps

Follow the routine.

And tomorrow,

This will be done

And tomorrow,

I will do that.

Come the morning

Through the day,

This and that

Are put off

Again.

How lucky we are

That tomorrow

Is never quite

Now.