NaPoWriMo Day 24: Elegy


For someone who seemed to grasp their mortality you now seem to not grasp onto shit,

Fill your head up with nonsense, trying not to be sad to exist,

Storm cloud self created, you should be basking in loves rays yet,

You find a way to distance from everything but maybe you’re just a shade loving plant,

Am I the sun scorching you or am I the moon inviting you to dance?

Are we already saying goodbye?

Maybe if you can’t tell me your name, but I’ve only got time,

Or do I? See I really don’t know, life goes fast until it goes slow,

For now all I need is to know,

Are we walking this path alone or together?

Be prepared to rise if you stick around, bird, meet your feather


NaPoWriMo Day 23: Poem Based In Sound


May majesty be revealed — speedily, imminently, to which we say Amen.

We wait and wait and it seems like nothing happens,

But the seeds are bursting under the weight of soil,

There is a season to wait and a season to toil,

The loop of eternity weaves it’s strings through us

And we dance like puppets,

Regaling moments of silence and pleasure,

Hoping we find the perfect balance of work and treasure,

Knowing we only have moments, we say Amen,

Bow our heads and every day, speedily, imminently, try again.

NaPoWri Mo Day 22: The Impossible Happens

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The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the sky

But they may reorient if we re-train our eyes,

We think we know what’s best and what it’s all for,

We’re pawns in a legacy of a great starry war,

We walking trees being shade or oxygen to our fellow creatures,

We enlighten, engage or stifle other’s features,

Let us agree that the stars may keep their glittering force,

Though we’d like to , we can’t rearrange Valhalla’s imminent course

Ophedian’s Osculation


It’s coming for us (x3)


Tick tock death’s metronome,

Sickle re-directing infinite cyclical unknown,

What’s the point of this waiting room, are we a cosmic joke?

Some of us choose blindness, others from fevered dreams now awoke,

Wars, genocide, famine, orphans, murder in cold blood, murder in a fire of fury,

Scarcity, insects, rapist’s secrets buried,

It’s coming for us (x3)


So I will cultivate wonder until I’m called home,

Faithful pilgrim, defiled hands and joy filling the marrow of my bones,

If there is a shadow there too must always be light,

“Surely you will not perish,” open up and take a bite.

NaPoWriMo Day 21: Narcissus (Ekho)


NARKISSOS (Narcissus) was a youth of the town of Thespiai (Thespiae) in Boiotia, a son of the river-god Kephisos (Cephisus) and the fountain-nymph Liriope. He was celebrated for his beauty and attracted many admirers but, in his arrogance, spurned them all. The suffering of two of these, however, would bring down a curse upon him. The nymphe Ekho (Echo)–a girl cursed by Hera to repeat only the last words of what was said before–was rejected by the boy and fading away in despair left behind nothing but an echoing voice:

Narkissos your words loop and imprison me

I rail against the powers that be

How could something so beautiful be so deadly?

Daffodil petals soft as stone, hands outstretched, your medley,

You lured me in with siren song,

I was entranced it was all wrong,

How could I ever hope to escape?

Your cyclical whimsical embrace,

Now I remain though you’ve gone on,

I remember every word to your song,

I will sing it for eternity,

Why oh why have the fates forsook me?

Forsaken taken shaken not stirred,

Laughing, crying, hoping, dancing in the winds of the absurd,

You were here once I know I heard you speak,

Now I only hear last words but it is for you I seek,

I will listen as a loving last act until death,

Praying you speak again but  I won’t hold my breath.

NaPoWriMo Day 20: Rebellion


You are my act of rebellion, radiant consummation of defiant hope

Departing adolescence, you are for whom from fevered dreams I awoke,

I will rock you into clay Earth and orbit the dust of you through my teeth,

You will cyclically weave in and through my wildest mundane dreams,

Rainbow bridges must be crossed,

Knowing love we must know loss,

I will continue to love in the face of fears unspoken,

Knowing all will be healed just as easily as can be broken,

I will persist and resist the bullshit,

In the end we rise, ever more victorious,

Join the dance or get out of our way,

Ahora, We slay


(Mea Culpa, apologies, I’ve been rebelling and not writing a poem every day for NaPoWriMo, why? Well, partly because I’ve recently joined a Burlesque troupe, check us out:


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Much Love,

Songbird Sparkle (April)

NaPoWriMo Day 19: Erasure


Initially emerging from house lined streets.

Surrounded by pine and/or maple trees,

You’re never really sure which,

You think you really ought to learn the trees like a native

Maybe if you cared more about that, you’d care less about…so many things

You allow the car to drag its wheels through dust and spin smoothly on the concrete

Effortlessly turn the wheel and propel your vehicle along the road,

Unfamiliar friendly faces catch your eye as you go,

They push strollers, feet bike pedaling, furry paws tugging with great effort to escape nylon collars around necks.

You advance and find suburban treasures to protect,

No cows for you to milk, you only need,

Trade denari and hours lived for consumption and repeat.