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NaPoWriMo – April 2023

Today is Day 1 of the National (also Global) Poem Writing Month of 2023. This implies challenging oneself to write poems and verses daily for 30 days. So, as I kick off day 1 on my blog, here is the official NaPoWriMo site link and also the prompt inspiration they provide. I am hoping to cover all of these book cover designs during this challenge.

And here’s our own prompt (optional, as always) for the first day of Na/GloPoWriMo. They say you can’t judge a book by its cover, but they never said you can’t try to write a poem based on a book cover — and that’s your challenge for today! Take a look through Public Domain Review’s article on “The Art of Book Covers.”

Promises

The memory is still ablaze
Of delicate papyrus etched
With indelible poetry;
Pages glowing in a luminous
Chemistry of the first gaze
A medley of words whisper,
Buzzing neon promises
That flutter like fireflies
In a momentary daze
Until they are all gone!

Voiceless

I had a voice, loud and strong
I had an opinion, proud and sound
Then, they started appearing
The trolls, with words so wrong
I gave it a fight until I could not
I didn’t have it in me – to commit
To belligerent, infinite explaining
To shove for a place in the medley
I muted myself, all thoughts shelved
I had nothing more to perceive
No more breaking news to see
It didn’t matter to me who prevailed
Or whose entire world derailed
For no one cared enough to listen
To what the sane had to convey

Coffee shop conversations

Tendrils of steam rising 
From earthy cups of caffeine 
In hot chocolate fudge 
Melting emotions converge 
When the heart is in love 
Coffee shop conversations 
Are warm, tender, pleasing
Like swirling shapes on a latte
Until they dissipate 
When feelings turn cold 
Just as the pale beverage
That has lost its allure

Nothing matters much

I have to ask
The tiniest murmuring of my heart
Why do you bounce and frolic so
Are you restless to be caged
Or have you found a playground
Do you want to break free
Of all the turmoil and anxiety
Or are you pleased to abound
In tenderness and empathy
Is the world a bit too rough
Or have you learned to live such
That nothing matters so much

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