What a rush it was. Some days, I wondered why I did it.
Of course I rant and bitch and grumble about it, but at the finish line I will have about 20 plus poems to show from it. Some are crap but there are some gems too, when I go through the list.
"wow, did i write this, oh wow!"
"I wrote this crap?"
Some days, the muse was kind. Some days she went AWOL. Then there's the work in the office.I think I did rather well this year, more gems than duds. And I did a post every single day.
Then these, in my opinion, are my 10 best works for this year's edition :
1) Day 3 - mt. vernon, qingming 2013
2) Day 6 - a point in your life
3) Day 7 - ink
4) Day 11 - longing
5) Day 17 - the hills
6) Day 22 - the two of us
7) Day 23 - ^
8) Day 27 - tired
9) Day 29 - birds of prey
10) Day 30 - why i was thinking of a lighthouse
If you beg to differ, please let me know. If you want to read the whole lot click here.
To my readers and fellow participants, who gave me valuable feedback and support, thank you!
Till we meet again next year.
image from napowrimo.net
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013
Oh, man. this is it!
I would like to end the challenge with something uplifting, hopeful. Some of the stuff I wrote for this edition are pretty dark. :)
Oh wow!
image by dsnake1
why i was thinking of a lighthouse
because one night i woke up wanting to feed you
but baby, your face, like a moon in the cradle
your skin glowed like stardust in the moonlight
your breathing was the song of the stars
a faint scent of talc as the stand fan oscillated
i was holding a bottle of milk not wanting to wake you
just sitting on the cold tiles, looking at you
thinking you are the beacon in our lives, our lighthouse
your eyes were closed, there was a faint smile
your lips moved slighly, and i said i love you too
but baby, you do not yet know about the ways of this world
and it is better to keep it this way.
30/04/2013
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013
Urgh! only two more days to go!
A fantasy tale today. A dark fantasy piece.
birds of prey
we wait
for the dusk
to scatter
the last of the
light
on cliff edges
that was once
the bastions
of mighty
citadels
and as the
last shards
of light splinter
and fall like
broken glass
we stretch
our wings the leather
taut with muscles
leap off
the precipice
soar over
the smoke & ruins
of a world
torched by
atomic fire.
29/04/2013
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013
the finishing line..
image by dsnake1
monostich #13
broken crockery in trash bin last night's quarrel
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013
some days are like this...
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tired
the leaves of spring fall
because they are too sad
they are too tired to cling on
anymore
for darkness has fallen
even in the mid-day
even the crows
keep their distance
in the bare branches
and shadows hide
in the skins of walls
frozen stiff.
27/04/2013
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013
still hanging on...
image by dsnake1
done with Sketchpad from mugtug
monostich #12
lilac scent her blouse of floral prints.
26/04/2013
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013
sigh.
dust
dust
on
tabletop
i
write
your name
25/04/2013
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013
