16 Goodreads ‘Poems to My Younger Self’

Poems To My Younger SelfPoems To My Younger Self by Sarah Michelle Lynch

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Book 16 of my Goodreads Challenge 2018

I like a bit of poetry now and again, and this wonderful colletion was most enjoyable. What a fun idea to write a poem to your younger self. This was an eclectic mix of poems some happy and some rather sad.

For me Always be a Giraffe by Merlot Bookbinder was a big favourite.

Heed advice;
You don’t know best,
Despite what you might think.
You’re here just once
And life is quick
It’ll pass you in a blink.

This was wonderful especially as it was for charity with all proceeds of the book donated to the MAKE A WISH UK Charity

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#NaPoWriMo Day 30

#NaPoWriMo Day 30 well today is the final day of the month but being a day behind everyone else I will try do two poems today. All prompts from NaPo website HERE.

Prompt write a poem based on the Plath Poetry Project’s calendar. Simply pick a poem from the calendar, and then write a poem that responds or engages with your chosen Plath poem in some way.

Plath Prompts

Megan says: Write a poem that includes the Latin name for a flower.

Leenie says: Try out some of those wicked Plath end-rhymes. Because “sticks” and “walks” definitely rhyme.

My inspiration came from April 5th 1962 when Sylvia Plath wrote a poem ‘Among the Narcissi’ to a sick friend. I twisted this around to turn the plant into the healing aid. Sylvia’s poem is at the end of the page. Or click HERE for more info

Achillea Millfolium – Yarrow

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Among the Narcissi by Sylvia Plath

Spry, wry, and gray as these March sticks,
Percy bows, in his blue peajacket, among the narcissi.
He is recuperating from something on the lung.

The narcissi, too, are bowing to some big thing :
It rattles their stars on the green hill where Percy
Nurses the hardship of his stitches, and walks and walks.

There is a dignity to this; there is a formality-
The flowers vivid as bandages, and the man mending.
They bow and stand : they suffer such attacks!

And the octogenarian loves the little flocks.
He is quite blue; the terrible wind tries his breathing.
The narcissi look up like children, quickly and whitely.

 Thank you for dropping by it has been a wonderful Month


#NaPoWriMo Day 29

#NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 29

Draft a prose poem in the form/style of a postcard. If you need some inspiration, why not check out some images of vintage postcards?

Wish You Were Here.


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Well this postcard brought me some happy childhood memories of building sandcastles at the seaside. do you have a favourite childhood memory?

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#NaPoWriMo Day 28 W.I.P.

#NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 28

#NaPoWriMo Day 26

#NaPoWriMo Day 26th Prompt

Today, we challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a warning label . . . for yourself! (Mine definitely includes the statement: “Do Not Feed More Than Four Cookies Per Hour.”  See all prompts HERE

Beware of Readers

Beware Reader

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#NaPoWriMo Day 25 W.I.P

#NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 25

Today, we’d like to challenge you to write an elegy – a poem typically written in honor or memory of someone dead. But we’d like to challenge you to write an elegy that has a hopefulness to it. Need inspiration? You might look at W.H. Auden’s elegy for Yeats, which ends on a note suggesting that the great poet’s work will live on, inspiring others in years to come. Or perhaps this elegy by Mary Jo Bang, where the sadness is shot through with a sense of forgiveness on both sides.

W.I.P. Elegy to a tree


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