napowrimo 2018 – day 17

ONCE UPON A TIME

once upon a time when I was young
when dragons still were seen upon the land
when songs of deeds heroic still were sung
when men with morals weren’t afraid to stand

once upon a time so long ago
when kings and queens had power still to rule
when children trusted elders still to know
when we were still allowed to mock the fool

once upon a time I still recall
when magic was not slight of hand but real
when archers still stood guard upon the wall
when I was still a child filled with zeal

once upon a time long passed away
my mind would often wander, often stray

~~

Today’s prompt at napowrimo.net is to write a family anecdote. I’m not sure if this really qualifies…although as a child, I did have an over-active imagination…so this might be an anecdote of some of the things I saw as a kid. To be honest, my imagination has not settled down all that much 🙂

Napowrimo 2018 – Day 16

AN ODE TO LIBRARIES

I went into the library
And thought it just a room
Until I spied upon a shelf
A book

I picked the book off of the shelf
And though it just some words
Until I started reading and I found
A world

I started to explore the world
Forgetting it was merely words
And soon I did not even know
That I was sitting in a room

I went into the library
Again another day
But this time knew that I would find
The universe inside!

Napowrimo 2018 – day 14

FRACTURED SONNET

In some places, there is peace…so I hear
Where people like me can be free to dream
But peace is a rumour you won’t find here

I wish that I could find a soothing balm
To take away the pain of my nation
But more likely, all I’ll find is a bomb

Indeed I hope to one day live in peace
In a healed land restored to unity
But instead we are fractured piece by piece

Perhaps some day the conflict will be through
And former enemies will become friends
But today, even I took rocks and threw

How is it that we have becomes so cleaved?
We need some glue so we might become cleaved.

~~

Off prompt today at napowrimo.net. in each tercet above,the first and this lines end with homophones. The final couplet has each line ending with “cleaved”…but used with opposite meanings (cleave can refer to splitting apart and joining together, making this word its own opposite)

Napowrimo 2018 – day 12

COLD

if it were not
quite so hot here
my thoughts would freeze

~~

Off prompt today for napowrimo.net. I wanted to try my hand once again at the Burmese poetry form of Than Bauk.  I find this form extremely challenging, despite its simple structure – 3 lines of 4 syllables each. Last syllable of 1st line rhymes with 3rd syllable of 2nd line and 2nd syllable odd 3rd line…and poem should be witty in nature – I have yet to write a Than Bauk that I am truly happy with…but one never will succeed at what one does not try.

By the way, it’s not actually nearly as cold as my poem makes it sound ☺

Napowrimo 2018 – day 11

Ten years from now who will I be
And what things might I wish to say
If I could visit present me
With wisdom for the coming day

Would I come back and say to me
“Well done young man, now stay your course”
Or would I say “look here and see
The life you’re living is a farce”

I think, perhaps, it’s plain to see
What faults I have – my good points too!
I do not need a future me
To come and tell me what to do

So while I’m still the present me
I must live how I wish to be!

~~

For napowrimo.net

napowrimo 2018 – day 9

If the whole earth hears of a nation in famine
but no one hears of the unfed child down the street
is the hunger of the one any less than that of the many?

If the whole earth hears of a mass death tragedy
but few hear about the girl who died of cancer
is the grief less for the family of the one than the families of the many?

Oh sure the nations weep for the many who are known
but known as numbers and not as names
but the one is a name and not a statistic
is the pain any less for the named than the number?

Weep indeed for the known multitude
But realize that of the masses, each number has a name
Each one is known and loved
And don’t forget the smaller tragedies

For somehow
the small tragedies and the large
are exactly the same size

~~

this past weekend, my province was rocked by the news of a tragic traffic accident involving a hockey team. Of the 29 people on board, half are dead. None walked away uninjured…at the same time, however, our family has been touched by the death of a young girl who died of cancer. Her death will not make front-page news, and yet her family hurts just as deeply as the families of the kids on that bus

written for napowrimo.net