NaPoWriMo Day 30. The final day . . .

It seems odd that my final poem for this month of writing a new poem every day, should have the subject matter of suicide. I read on my friend, John Malone’s blog today a story that immediately spoke to me, and I knew I wanted to write my final poem for April about his blog post.

Suicide is a subject often talked around, rather than talked about. It needs to be talked about though, because in not talking of it, we isolate those who are already feeling isolated, alone, and wanting to end their pain. The RU OK Day campaign, that encourages people to check up on their friends is one that seems to be gaining traction. I hope that being asked can help people to realise they are not alone, and that their family and friends truly do care.






No one knows for sure,

what made this end seem right,

suicide brought an end for this one man,

end to pain, end of life.

But it brings much to those remaining,

questions without answers,

ideas that can never be confirmed

by the one who knew most.

The fifth commandment says do not kill,

considers suicide a grave sin,

and perhaps that is one thing

that brought it on – when even

the religion that has meant so much,

let him down. I can’t know,

no-one can really know, what it is

that will make a person end their life …

belief in the sanctity of life, cast aside

as they may have felt cast aside too,

by their God.


NaPoWriMo Day 29 My poem written today

This poem isn’t a finished product, nor is it intended to be a sweet and happy little poem. This poem is merely some of my deeply held thoughts, blended together and written down in short lines.

Rape and community are both things right on the top of my list of important things in life. The former is something that the latter must take stronger action against, in my opinion. Anyway, I have written a lot about sexual abuse, in particular the rape of children – I have another blog that I have dedicated to this issue.

I have also produced my first and so far only poetry collection based on child abuse of various kinds. It’s my therapeutic journey from victim to survivor, and it certainly helped me to get through another, more recent challenge in my life.

Creative writing can be such a good way to write out the crap that comes in life – write it out and move on has been the process that worked for me.

Anyway, here is my poem – I welcome the thoughts of others on this poem and what it is about. Community is the thing that keeps us strong.


The wall


When a woman is raped and a man goes free

another community brick implodes.

Community is the invisible wall

that surrounds us and keeps us safe.

Each brick set in place by a good action,

each brick balanced on good will and hope,

each brick threatened by evil acts.

Each brick only there for as long

as we work to protect its place.

With hope, good will, kind actions

the wall grows ever stronger.

Don’t let anyone destroy the bricks

that go together to build the wall.


NaPoWriMo Day 28

The month of a poem a day is almost over, just today, tomorrow and the day after left. I don’t think my days after this month will be  poetry free, and I don’t believe all of my poems written for April have been wonderful. They didn’t have to be wonderful, they just had to be written. 

I was at the Gawler Poets at the Pub poetry reading this afternoon, and actully wrote two new poems. One was written in response to the usual 5 word Poetry Challenge run at every one of the monthly poetry readings. The words are random ones, given by people there, one word each. Then everyone has about ten minutes to write a poem using all of the words.

Then all who are happy to do so, read the poem they wrote, and  the winner is chosen based on whichever poem gets the best response from all there. The winner receives a bottle of wine, donated by Adrian Armstrong, the publican there.

The poets who come along regularly to this event have come to love this challenge, and there have been some totally wonderful poems written. I often am busy doing other things and don’t get the chance to write a poem and read it out, but this time, I had time, and I’d like to share my poem here.

I wanted to write a poem with a ‘poetic feel’, because I am aware that too often, my poetry is decidedly unpoetic. The poem I wrote today has a metaphor I happy with, and that is enough for now. The chosen words were windows, hysteria, tampering, suspect and April.

This is the poem I wrote:


I suspect their motives

their hysteria –

politicians tampering

with our windows of opportunity.

April glitters with guilt


The other poem I wrote today is about our next door neighbours’ cat, and I think I’ll hang onto that poem for later. I might put a dog and cat collection together at some stage, and I’ll keep the poem for that. Or I may find something that this poem suits, and the poem will be unpublished, unlike all of the poems I’ve posted to this blog.


NaPoWriMo Day 27

On the drive to the Tea Tree Gully library, Graham and I were interested to see so much dust. It’s quite windy out there today, and there hasn’t been rain for too many days. We were driving past untilled paddocks, that seemed to be losing their top soil to the wind. Very dusty.

So I was thinking about that when I finally sat down at the library to write my poem for the day. Anzac Day rain is often when farmers traditionally sow their crops. There hasn’t been terribly much rain around our district, apart from one recent reasonable day of rain. The farmers need more rain. It’s been forecast, but that’s no guarantee…

This is the poem I wrote, based on all of that.

Season break


Northerly wind picks up

and disperses top soil,

farmers wait and hope

consider and act

as they always have.


More rain forecast

but clouds in the sky

are not the ones.

Farmer, machinery and seed

are getting ready.


Sunshine and rain

will combine and nature

will once again perform

its magic trick and carpet

the ground with green.


NaPoWriMo Day 26 A Poem a Day Keeps the Doctor Away!

So, the day after ANZAC Day, and it was market day for me today. I used to be the person who travelled to the Adelaide Central Market once a week to buy our fruit and vegetables and other goodies. Then multiple scleroisis came along, I got to weak and tired, and Graham took over the task, doing it after work instead.

This was OK, but certainly not ideal. Fortunately, retirement came Graham’s way, and the visit to Adelaide fits in beautifully well for Graham. Usually I go and see my Mum on the day Graham heads off to the Central Market. Today was different.

I’d gone to Mum’s place on Wednesday instead of the usual Thursday or Friday, so I was free to visit the Central Market with Graham. We went along, with Graham heading off with our shopping trolley. I went and said hi to Rebecca, from the Mushroom Shop, and then went for a coffee.

While I was having my coffee, I got our my mobile phone and penned a poem, based on my thoughts about the market on the day. It may not be my best ever poem, but it reminds me of the place, the glorious bustling nature of the place.

Compared to my usual day, the trip to the Central Market was like an invigorating fresh wind, blowing staleness away! So this is my poem – all comments on it gratefully accepted!


So many people rushing past

pushing past headed

for who knows what

city people busy people

looking buying selling

doing deals

things to see

to taste

to smell

I hear voices

languages words

connections made

money handed over


goods received

conversations overheard

puzzled over

entered into

new ideas and thoughts

Nnw sensations

new horizons

thank you central market

you give me

people and life


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NaPoWriMo Day 25

I’m currently sitting on my computer chair, at my computer, while ANZAC Day is commemorated on the TV screen to my right. I hadn’t know what my poem would be about this day,nor what style of poetry it would be, but as my thoughts about ANZAC day coalesced in my head, two lines came to me.

I wrote down those lines, and then looked at my notes about the Triolet, because I felt that would be a suitable style for the poem I wanted to write today. The Triolet is a poetic style that is short and has only two different rhymes. It’s a simple style, one that repeats the first two lines in a certain way, as my poem will show.

I hope others who read this poem will think about what I am trying to say, and offer their own thoughts about this important day in Australia and New Zealand. No matter what one thinks about war, surely we can look kindly on those who have fought for their country, our country . . .


Anzac day thoughts


Invisible burdens carried, as diggers fought

with their peacetime lives at the end of the war.

Private anguish and pains, not healing as they ought,

invisible burdens carried as diggers fought.

Help not there or not ever sought

to assist the ones we’re thankful for . . .

Invisible burdens carried as diggers fought

with their peacetime lives at the end of the war.