not this

Once more into the breach dear friends…the poetry marathon continues and here on day 17 I am again inspired to combine two prompts. Firstly my buddies at Real Toads offer this:

Greetings Toadlings,

Congrats to all of you participating in the neck-breaking, poem-a-day marathon for National Poetry month.  Today’s challenge is all about challenges, and how we rise …or er, don’t or whatever.

Over // Under // Through

We’ve all got a lot of borders to hop, a lot of walls to climb, a lot of checkpoints to dodge. Write a poem detailing how you get by. This is also the theme for the opening issue of Nice Cage. If you are interested in submitting your work, please check out the submission guidelines and past issues at our home page.

So go now, my muddy buddies and bring us back something shiny and new!!!

Secondly we have the prompt at napowrimo

And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, I challenge you to write a nocturne. In music, a nocturne is a composition meant to be played at night, usually for piano, and with a tender and melancholy sort of sound. Your nocturne should aim to translate this sensibility into poetic form! Need more inspiration? Why not listen to one of history’s most famous nocturnes, Chopin’s Op. 9 No. 2?

Happy writing!


night falls


swirls of the ink of my subconscious

birth rorschach mandalas


into a spiral dance


the sinking of my connected bone

into the deep musty ground beneath



against the day’s labour


breath stills

and heartbeat slows


removing illusions gaze from my now

rapidly moving



painting a fresh new deception for me to believe  in



here i may fly with dragons and dance with imp


here i may swim in the earth and walk upon the waters


here i may love endlessly and without fault


splashing stars and moons upon firmament’s canvas


with creator’s finger



here i dream and rejuvenate

repair and make good



i get by


with a little help from my


reality bends

and curves to a new perspective

and all that was


not this


just like lucy’s sky


caressed by the gentle rhythms of nocturne’s song

i am lulled into the thought that all is real here


but in truth


my wakefulness



my torpor


are the twin sides of a coin named







napowrimo 17/30

*the definition and concept of Māyā 







16 thoughts on “not this

  1. dogtrax says:

    and make good,
    and within this
    we build a new world
    of hope and peace
    and love,
    and pray that it remains
    upon waking.

  2. Isadora Gruye says:

    A little Croche a little imp and dragon……the swirling of your ink does powerful things here Paul! Thanks so much for posting and viva la

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