NaPoWriMo #30: a poem about something that happens again and again (But living through all those unnoticed moments)

NaPoWriMo #30: a poem about something that happens again and again

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Image a view with sunrise,
The breathtaking moment,
And the sky lighten up,
Announcing the start of the day,

Then imagine a view with sunset,
The capturing moment,
And the darken colored sky,
Whispering the start of the night,

Now imagine a birth,
The magical moment,
Of a soul brought life,
Sign of a journey,

Then imagine the death,
The goodbye moment,
Of a fleeting soul,
Welcomed to a different world,

And realized this simple fact,
We breath in and breath out,
From the day we were born and die,
Through the night and day,

We breath this simple air,
But living through all those unnoticed moments.


Congratulations to everyone who managed to complete this year NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo! For those who had not, no worries! Let’s try again next year!

I’m definitely happy because this is my first NaPoWriMo completed! I must say, the challenges in the prompt really taught me a lot. I learned new forms of poems which I never heard before. To be honest, I’m happy, I’m really happy to write all those poems.

Writing through my last prompt for NaPoWriMo, it just got me thinking how life is pretty short. We don’t know, I don’t know how long I will be happily breathing in this world before embarking on another journey. Let those poems be the proves to tell the world that Ally L. Mare exist!

I am a poet, and I still dream to be a poet more than anything else.

 

NaPoWriMo #26: exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist? (Because we have enhanced sight)

NaPoWriMo #26: exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist?

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It wonders me,
Fascinate me,
Captured me,
Giving me a pure excitement,

A tool they invented,
With primitive resources,
With primitive methods,
But they are the pioneers,

They help humanity to strive,
With the growing sight problems,
They came out with something,
Called glasses,

To wear it everyday – inconveniently,
Practical but not flawless,
A form of slowing down,
To the worst form,

If only they can see,
What we have achieved today,
Glasses are ancient technology,
Because we have enhanced sight.


I got home late and the clock shows 1:35AM. I will  be sleeping now and wake up at 5.30AM. Yep, a short sleep before I  start my new day of busy work!

NaPoWriMo #25: a poem that explores a small, defined space (Where my obsession lies)

NaPoWriMo #25: a poem that explores a small, defined space

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Image from: Booklover – Tumblr

I lost count on how many I had,
Ever since I was six maybe,
That is as far as I can remember,
When I started kindergarten,

Every year, my backpack would change,
And the books increased as well,
Getting heavier and heavier,
But the compartments lesser and lesser,

With only two compartments left,
The only kind of backpack I prefer,
I learned the art of arrangement,
Assortments of books and utilities,

I am slowly getting obsessed,
The largest at the back,
The smallest to the front,
Never ending space management,

Now, I just need a shoulder bag,
To fill my notebook, novels, umbrella and other stuff,
Inside this little space,
Where my obsession lies.