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#NaPoWriMo Day 24 ‘The Meeting Place’ #poetrymonth #April #Poems #Tanka

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National Poetry Writing Month is a poetry writing challenge to write a poem a day, which takes place every year in April. Follow the link to find out more, be inspired, get daily prompts and meet other poets!

Day 24 poem, The Meeting Place,  was inspired by a bronze sculpture that stands at the south end of the upper level of St Pancras railway station in London. Designed by the British artist Paul Day and unveiled in 2007.

First photo is by EdwardX Second photo from Pixabay

The Meeting Place

Travellers rush past

Lovers trapped in timeless kiss

Train waits for no-one

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#NaPoWriMo Day 23 ‘Entwined’ #poetrymonth #April #Writephoto #Tanka

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National Poetry Writing Month is a poetry writing challenge to write a poem a day, which takes place every year in April. Follow the link to find out more, be inspired, get daily prompts and meet other poets!

For Day 23, I’m joining in with Sue Vincent’s weekly #Writephoto prompt. Writers and bloggers are invited to use the image as inspiration to post on their own blogs, poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, or whatever you choose.

Click on the banner for more information about this fun weekly writing prompt!

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Entwined

Roots and trunks entwined,
Welcome sunlight in their midst.
Come closer, listen
To the whispering branches
And the shining of the leaves.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 22 ‘Earth Day’ #poetrymonth #April #Poems #Tanka #Haiku

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National Poetry Writing Month is a poetry writing challenge to write a poem a day, which takes place every year in April. Follow the link to find out more, be inspired, get daily prompts and meet other poets!

For Day 22, 22nd April, Earth Day, my poem is an acrostic combination of a tanka (Earth) and a haiku (Day).

Photo by Pixabay

Photo by Pixabay

Earth, precious planet,
An oasis in vast space,
Repairing man-made bruises,
Tarnished, wounded, weakened, yet
Healing heavy heart.
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I took this photo from a plane over the Canary Islands at sunset.

Dazzling skies, clean land, 
Alluring seas, lakes, oceans,
Yesterday once more.
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Few sights are more breathtaking than the view of the sky from a plane.

#NaPoWriMo Day 21 ‘Sleepless City’ #poetrymonth #April #Poems #Tanka

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National Poetry Writing Month is a poetry writing challenge to write a poem a day, which takes place every year in April. Follow the link to find out more, be inspired, get daily prompts and meet other poets!

For Day 21 poem, Sleepless City, I’ve decided to follow the optional daily prompt  ‘Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like The Color of Pomegranates and “City That Does Not Sleep,” incorporates wild, surreal images. Try to play around with writing that doesn’t make formal sense, but which engages all the senses and involves dream-logic. Happy (and perhaps weird) writing!

I’ve incorporated free photos from Pixabay to illustrate my surreal tanka for today.

Sleepless City

Clusters of juicy

Seeds, like city lights shine bright.

Amber-eyed maiden

Bites into the howling night,

Wipes blood dripping from burnt moon.

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That was fun!

#NaPoWriMo Day 19 ‘Madonna of Pain’ #poetrymonth #April #Poems #Tanka

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National Poetry Writing Month is a poetry writing challenge to write a poem a day, which takes place every year in April. Follow the link to find out more, be inspired, get daily prompts and meet other poets!

Day 19 poem, Madonna of Pain was inspired by a church float, for Holy Friday Parade, I took this morning in the church of The Holy Spirit (Espiritu Santo) in Cordoba, Spain.

Madonna of Pain

Lady of Sorrows,

Witnessed son suffer and perish.

Madonna of Pain,

Crowned and draped in rich, gold cloth,

Lit up, displayed, on parade.

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Today commemorates a sad event in the Christian calendar, Jesus Christ’s death by crucifixion.

This float represents Christ's Descent from the Cross

This float represents Christ’s Descent from the Cross.

His mother, Mary’s, sorrow is vividly represented in many symbolic rituals, such as the famous church parades which take place all over Spain. Everybody can identify with a mother’s pain at the loss of her son  which is why the paintings, statues and floats of Our Lady of Sorrows (Virgen de los Dolores) are so popular in religious art and especially Holy Week celebrations.

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Are there any special, religious rituals where you live?

#NaPoWriMo Day 18 ‘Worn not Dead” #poetrymonth #April #Poems #ThursdayDoors

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National Poetry Writing Month is a poetry writing challenge to write a poem a day, which takes place every year in April. Follow the link to find out more, be inspired, get daily prompts and meet other poets!

Day 4 poem, Doors, was inspired by Norm 2.0’s weekly challenge, Thursday Doors. Check out his challenge and blog with plenty of inspiring and fabulous doors every week!

Worn not Dead

Worn not Dead,
Weathered not destroyed,
Weary not deceased,
Weak not derelict, 
Wounded not defeated,
Will guard sacred entry,
For months, seasons, years,
And generations to come.

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Writing poetry is like walking through a doorway into your mind and soul. It’s the place where conscious and subconscious images and thoughts melt into rhythmic words and suggestive lines…

#NaPoWriMo Day 16 and 17 ‘Fading Light’ and ‘Spring Day’ #poetrymonth #April #Poems #Tanka

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National Poetry Writing Month is a poetry writing challenge to write a poem a day, which takes place every year in April. Follow the link to find out more, be inspired, get daily prompts and meet other poets!

Day 16 poem, Fading Light was inspired by a photo I took recently  as evening fell over my garden, coinciding with the deteriorating health of an elderly relative. Day 17 took me to a Spring Day…

Fading Light

Fading evening light,

Once a powerful beacon,

Turned golden shimmer,

Bravely resisting slow death.

Unforgiving dark night looms.

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Spring Day

Life is like a Spring day,

Rising to the sound of chirping  birds,

Long, lazy breakfast,

Watching sunrise on the porch,

Then hours of toil and sweat,

Later busy afternoon,

Frolicking and rolling in the hay.

Time to rest and ponder,

In the protracted evening,

But make haste,

Dark night falls far too soon.

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