It’s Friday and we’re taking it easy. Have some poppies and a daily poem dump. Also please, read to the end because in today’s NaPo history there are two poems that I really love.

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Prompt 16: “Because it’s Friday, today I’d like you to relax with the rather silly form called Skeltonic, or tumbling, verse. In this form, there’s no specific number of syllables per line, but each line should be short, and should aim to have two or three stressed syllables. And the lines should rhyme. You just rhyme the same sound until you get tired of it, and then move on to another sound.” 

Daily poem 

A daily test.
No time for rest.

- Are you for real?
- I can still feel...

- How are you, woman?
- I am still human.

- Are you sure you’re a poet?
- How would I even know it?

- Why are these words lumped?
- They are ready to be dumped.

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The first photo below was taken yesterday and the poppy selfie just earlier. They are getting the numbers.

For:

This day in my NaPoWriMo history (2019): A cento made up with lines from 35 of my favourite poems, written also by some of you. Click on the link above to see who wrote what.

Art likes to make more of itself

There is no point to this poem. 1 
I would like to walk around
in a small coat of words 2
through the meadows  
where no grass has ever grown. 3
I keep forgetting what
a tired country this is. 4
Worms worm,
seeds sowing. 5
When you go back to your home town
you realize you no longer have one. 6
You complain to the photos,  
but it doesn’t matter. 7
There is not a single spot in this world  
that still deserves to be called peaceful. 8
It is the hour when from the boughs
Union beer’s high note is heard. 9
Everything is broken up and dances. 10
Even now, in the blues, there is a beauty
and options. 11
People have lived here for 6000 years.
At the beginning, women ruled. 12
I could feel waves of hatred and
I was confused. 13
I wait for the return
of conversation. 14
Don’t wait for the want.  
Just do and be gentle. 15
Wear a mask
which exactly resembles your face. 16
I know too much
and not enough 17
to wear red lipstick but not a bra. 18
I’d give myself
one more day with you, 19
the known positions in which  
familiar lovers arrange their limbs, to sleep. 20
We are glad that we are not trees  
for in that case we could not be as close. 21
A perfectly obvious deception: 22
The coward does it with a kiss,
the brave man with a sword! 23
Willie waters the world, 24
cold water cascades over. 25
“Look, Mon Cheri, it’s your friend!” 26
Bummer, you have a black curl.
Bummer, it’s a girl. 27
The horse knew well why he got scared. 28
We leave when we die.  
Until then there is work to do. 29
I’ve taken
to rearranging books on the shelf. 30
I have six really good poems.  
I hope I will write more of them. 31
I wish to eat cake every day. 32
And hope felt strong,  
and life itself not weak. 33
Wish you were here
moving mountains with me. 34
Thank you for stopping here  
to see me at home in my home. 35

This day in my NaPoWriMo history (2020): An ode to my favourite street in Viterbo as visited on the Last Carefree Day.

Via Larga

I love you, Via Larga.
I love the entire Viterbo around you,
but I love you the most.
You are large by name but really tiny,
rich in colours
but fully unremarkable,
with a door at the end
that made me grin
like a Gypsy at white bread
and feel that I was in the right place
with the right person
who became giddier
and chattier in you too,
Via Larga,
although we had already been in excellent mood.
We agreed that you were something else,
that others could have
Champs-Élysées,
Via del Tritone,
Las Ramblas,
Čopova,
but we would always have you,
that door with the gelato,
a bunch of goofy photos
and even a video
since she didn’t notice
that the recording had started.
You took us in like sisters,
Via Larga.
You were born for us
and we were reborn in you.
We looked at you as if you were Goddess,
she up above at the windows,
I dead ahead at the doors,
and we were happy
and didn’t need
anything other than that it would last.
And then it didn’t.