#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 24
Squeaky unoiled hinges
Of swings in the park
Sweaty breeze on the face
Games in an idyllic noon
A clang of metallic toy ponies
Multi-hued flying frisbees
Muddy barefoot squeals
Merry-go-round treble
Run and hide, hide and seek
Playing till night descends
Yes, freedom of innocence
Long lost, yet dearly craved!
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Henry. E. Roscoe. Spectrum Analysis. London: MacMillan and Co, 1869 — Source.
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 21
Traveling unrestrained
The vast wilderness
Floating on clouds
Making mistakes
Capturing the bliss
Of throwing care
To the whistling winds
That was meant to be
Our universal destiny.
But look at us now
And all our messy lives
Seeking happiness,
In paper money
Living in castles
Built of dead trees
On barren lands
Failing to behold
Nature that throbs
With the power
Of just being!
Poetry inspired by the book cover for F.A Pouchet. The Universe: The Infinitely Great and the Infinitely Little. 13th edition. London: Blackie & Son, ca. 1896 — Source.
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 19
In the labyrinths of silence
I explore inner darkness
In awe, I see the lines rusted
Of rotting pain
Etched on my heart
By recollections deep
Digging in like ridged shards
Most painful are moments
I try to, but I can’t recall
They lie in the gloomy corners
Smothered by macabre screams
The ones I had muffled
For I knew no one cared
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Edward J. Goodman. Too Curious. London; Guildford: Bentley & Son, 1888 — Source.
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 18
There was no way of telling
What pleasures they find,
Those who brew trouble
Or live to contrive
Stories that spark fear
Or lies to make us tremor
And how they find peace
Lining deep pockets
With the labor of others
Yet, when we look around
The smiles belong to those
Who wouldn’t lend a dime
Or spare a trifling thought
For the sorrows they cause.
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Frederic Ingham. Ten Time One is Ten. Boston: Roberts Brothers, 1871 — Source.
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 17
When the last shadows fell
I heaved a sigh of relief
For the gloaming night
Would soon be upon me
I can cower and hide
From the travails of life
Bury my hopes again
In layers of staid silence
And hear the shaky rhythm
Of my heart, reminding me
I am still alive!
I dive into my anxious thoughts
Almost sure I can’t face
Demons that demand much
From my spirit so frail
Yet, my valiant soul whispers
Tomorrow is set to arrive
What if your Destiny
Turns on its feet?
Then you may not feel the need
To run away from another
Grueling, defeated day!
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Charles Kingsley. The Water Babies. London: Macmillan and Co., 1886 — Source.
Blue Pen Strokes 