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Doing It Again - NaPoWriMo April 2024 - 1. Chapter 1
1: No prompt, just woke up with a bad headache on this day.
It's gray again like a fungus and
it eats into my peace and sanity
like bacteria
like the faceless chewer in my
dreams
my head aches and eyes throb
will I ever wake pain free?
seems like that’s not for me
don’t mention it don’t complain
don’t become him again
be honest and tell the truth
yes tell it but just not that
take some drugs, yes take
your meds, add a painkiller
what’s a few more to your
already broken liver
At least you’re not yellow…yet
laugh about it like it don’ matter
it don’t as long as you keep it
keep it hidden away from the day
My pockets are too shallow to hold it
so thoughts drown the peace I knew
and they circle the drain like hope
2: Prompt: remember an argument
We are different you and me
there’s no blood between us
a nephew, but more a son
and you hurt me like we’re related
after that argument, I’m wounded still
do I wait?
I’m afraid it will be forever
3: Prompt: Include the following words: terrain, flowerpot, hoisted, drafts
Also:
- Include a geographical feature
- Include a childhood memory
- Mention an aspect of agriculture or farming
Below the cliffs lie tilled fields
golden now with winter’s wheat
where once we hoisted sheaves
walking them over the soft terrain
Nearby, the old house where
uncles played drafts on the porch
a clay flowerpot tipped and broken
where tenacious red geraniums still grow
4: Prompt: Cicadas (supposedly getting double of them this year)
You’re louder than any factory
you create quite the buzz
while looking for a face
only a mother could love
5: Prompt: Time and writing
Each day I awaken
firm in my belief
I will write this day
Such a joker am I
I so willingly lie
and dream
I set aside minutes and then
while away hours, having
done nothing
I slope into slumber with
the same lie on my lips
6: Prompt: God
Growing up, I feared God
an angry father who expected perfection from his children
I questioned this when old enough to divine
humans cannot be perfect, will effort be enough?
Or must we reach it to find a home in heaven?
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