NaPoWriMo #25 - First Things First

I really hate this graphics project

"I really hate this graphics project,"

is what she said to me,

and though it's not in my nature,

I'm inclined to agree.

I don't feel like going,

there's nothing more to say,

but since the meeting's scheduled

I've got no choice today.

There are scant few minutes

til out the door I go

In those minutes I've written,

though it's not my best work, I know.

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Notes: Okay, I found out shortly after reading this prompt that I have to be at a meeting for a group project in a couple of minutes. (Meaning I have very little time to write this). Ironically, that means that the first thing I heard after the prompt was "I really hate this graphics project." So, this little poem/rant is an expression of my frustration.

NaPoWriMo #21 - Perfectly Flawed

Perfection

Perfection exists

in the realm of nothingness.

No person has ever seen it,

no object has ever touched it;

There is no proof of perfection.

Does perfection exist?

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Notes: This poem was (admittedly) written very quickly. I have a lot of school work to get done tonight, but if I finish early I may revisit the prompt (or write something off prompt) to make up for it.

NaPoWriMo #17.2 - Something elemental

Necessary

She had always wished

to be as necessary to him as water,

to be something he couldn't live without.

She knew it was selfish,

that it was impossible,

that it was foolish, even.

But that didn't stop

the stab of envy in her breast

every time she watched him

raise his glass to his lips

and sip, eyes closed in contentment.

NaPoWriMo #17.1 - Something elemental

The Power of Water

She had always been conscious

of the fact that her body was 70 percent water

and proud of it, too.

She had seen often enough

how water could carve its way through rock

with only persistence and time for tools.

It was gentle, yet powerful.

Soothing, yet destructive.

It was such a beautiful contradiction,

one she strove to emulate.

NaPoWriMo #15 - Carrying a tune

Ok... I think I should be upfront about this: I can't carry a tune to save my life. In other words, this cannot go well.

Their skin fit beautifully

It impacted her strikingly,

how their skin fit wonderfully.

She stared fretfully

thinking hers fit awfully.

Her eyes simply couldn't see

that her skin fit-- it was meant to be.

She'd fill out like a sapling tree

if only she would let it be.

NaPoWriMo #12 - Secret Code

Daylilies

I sit in my mushroom throne

surrounded by daylily courtesans.

They'll only last a day

and then I'll be tired of them

and their constant simpering.

But they can't really help themselves.

Flowers are the sex of plants, after all.

Soft petals, wet with nectar,

chasing after bees,

who are already pledged to another.

How lewd! How common!

It's no wonder I can only

tolerate them for a day

before wishing them gone!

But so long as it is summer,

there will always be more daylilies.

NaPoWriMo #2 - Acronym

Hmmm... I'm not sure I'm happy with this one...

Rare Witch Project

Crocodile's eyeball, testicle of a leprechaun,

fungus from between a giant's toes...

Mix in your Grandmother's pot

dusty from 50 years of neglect.

...frog urine, bat's blood,

the stomach contents of a trout...

Raise the temperature,

but don't let it boil.

...vulture's feather, a human tooth,

the big toe of a dwarf...

Stir clockwise thrice,

then reverse.

...a four-leaf clover, unicorn tears,

a rodent carcass from the side of the road...

Let it simmer, then cool.

It's almost done.

...three drops of scum,

from a fish tank uncleaned for a year.

Perfect, now take a sip.

Don't worry, gagging is normal.

A draught to bring happiness

is bitter by necessity.