Pause [NaPoWriMo Day 3]

Sometimes it becomes a little too much
The chaos and clutter of life
And when reality come knocking on the door
I close my eyes and say
Not today.

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Gray [Micropoetry]

If everything was white and black
It would be easy to draw a line
Right down the middle

But we all live in a world of gray
Some lighter than the others
Gray all the same

NaPoWriMo Day 14: Destruction

I’ve been participating in the Global/National Poetry Writing Month (GloPoWriMo/NaPoWriMo) in which I have to write one poem everyday for the month of April. I haven’t added all my poems on the blog, only the slightly decent ones. My other poems can be found on Instagram and Twitter.

Today’s prompt is for us to write a seven-line poem called a san san, which means “three three” in Chinese. The san san repeats, three times, each of three terms or images. The seven lines rhyme in the pattern a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d.


 

Ashes and smoke devour the world

As the ground turns a crimson red

Underneath the piles

Of bodies that lay curled

On their death bed

As the world does break

Through massacres and wiles

No tears shed at its wake