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NaPoWriMo Day #5

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Today’s is only indirectly inspired by today’s prompt. I have not followed the instructions but the prompt led me to read some Emily Dickinson’s poems – which I have never done before. This poem sprung from that fertile land.

Where is My Wine?

By Scott Bailey © 2015

My lips are parched
For the wine
Promised on the air

Where is my wine
To dull the pain
Of waiting

Promises undelivered
From on high
So what now?

Carry on and on
Knowing no other roads
No junctions left

My lips are parched
Where
Did I lose my wings

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NaPoWriMo Day #4

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Today’s prompt. Love poems are a staple of the poetry scene. It’s pretty hard to be a poet and not write a few – or a dozen – or maybe six books’ worth. But because so many love poems have been written, there are lots of clichés. Fill your poems with robins and hearts and flowers, and you’ll sound more like a greeting card than a bard. So today, I challenge you to write a “loveless” love poem. Don’t use the word love! And avoid the flowers and rainbows.

Only for You

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Only for you
Do I shoulder the collar
I pull the plough and furrow

Only for you
Do I labour all day
To bring the bread and water

Only for you
Do I toil my days
Until my limbs are broken

Only for you
Do I endure the whip
The cursing and the shouting

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NaPoWriMo Day #3

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I have been loosely following the prompts on napowrimo.net today’s was fourteeners.  I can’t guarantee I will stick to the prompts though. I’ll probably wander off on my own path at some point.

Timeslips

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Oh, give me time, oh, give me time, give me time in my life
So I can dream and I can find an escape from this strife
So I can soar in the sky where only freedom abounds
Where we can dare to be ourselves and death does not his rounds

But these are dreams that slip away, drained by vampire bites
So we watch everyday as they fade like spent candle lights
Sucked away by the days and by the burdens of our lives
Yet in this turmoil of life is where most creation thrives

So, give me time, oh, give me time, give me time in my life

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