#RegularSonnet No.1

This could be the start of something.

RegularSonnet is my way of acknowledging that I want to hone my skills and practice sonnet writing regularly yet not really committing to one a day, or one a week. Still there is this idea to produce 100 sonnets over the course of an undetermined amount of time, so here is the first on the way to 100 regular sonnets relating to everyday life and observations.

Shall I compare thee, laughter, light and love,
to expectations of the common man?
Is water, food and shelter not enough,
to make us feel we’re dealt a decent hand?

For all those seekers, reaching for the light,
who grasp the shadow of the early morn.
Who, waking hungry from eternal night,
then face the rising of a daily storm.

Yet, is it safe to sit amidst the shade?
To witness all the damage that’s been done.
To hold the darkness, then to feel embraced,
By gems of truth that never seek the sun.

Can love and light and laughter then remain,
when what we hide in shadows is betrayed?

Lisa Goodwin. 24.05.16

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NaPoWriMo 19 – How to walk on Broken Glass.

Hello there,Day 19 of

Day 19 of NaPoWriMo here – welcome back. only 11 days to go, and I am packing a lot of raw unedited poems away for later reworking. This one came quite quickly.

Here is the prompt; Today, I’d like to challenge you to write the latter kind of “how to” poem – a didactic poem that focuses on a practical skill. Hopefully, you’ll be able to weave the concrete details of the action into a compelling verse.

I teach firewalking and glasswalking, so here is a poem based on one woman’s memorable experience at a workshop ….

A crisp bed
Of glass shards
Laid out on a
Sharp white sheet,
Inviting and
Your blood-soaked feet.

Allied with trust,
Knowing FEAR persists
As Friendly Energy
Announces Risk.
Truly, it’s effortless.
The first step
Is the deepest.

Look ahead, visualise
Getting to the other side.
It’s easy once you recognise,
You’ve walked on glass
Your whole damn life.

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NaPoWriMo 12 -Formulae

Possibly the strangest poem I have written – prompted by the Napowrimo challenge for today – Today, I challenge you to write your own index poem. You could start with found language from an actual index, or you could invent an index. Happy writing! Well I pulled a randm book from the bookshelf and it was Keywords for the Crowley’s tarot … probably why it sounds like an invocation of sorts.


Aeons of Alchemy, dissolve
Beasts of blue, evolve
Central to chaos, revolve

Death’s dominion regained
Eye of the empress remained
Failure of fortune attained

Grail of greatness resplendent
Hermit’s heart attendant
Indolence impedes independence

Joker of justice busted
Kundalini’s King flustered
Lust for Lilith mustered

Magus of Mercury insurgent
Noted numbers convergent
Oppression of order emergence

Path to power, appealing
Quintessence quickening, sealing
Rider reversed revealing

Scarab’s secret subsiding
Tower of temperance providing
Universal union residing

Virginal valour victorious
Whore of worry laborious
Yod yearns for Zain, vainglorious

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NaPoWriMo 10

We are a dance of dragons,
Brand new ancients
Dreaming up revolution
On a midsummer’s nightmare.

I am Prometheus rising
Dancing with the fire
Through the gates of death
To the end of your world.
Napowrimo 10 – write a “book spine” poem. This involves taking a look at your bookshelves, and writing down titles in order (or rearranging the titles) to create a poem. Some fun images of book spine poems can be found here. If you want to take things a step further, Lillian suggests gathering a list of titles from your shelves (every third or fifth book, perhaps, if you have a lot) and using the titles, as close to the originals as possible, to create a poem that is seeded throughout with your own lines, interjections, and thoughts. Happy writing!

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NaPoWriMo – 9 – Where pens draw Blood

A poem that includes a line that you’re afraid to write.

I wasn’t born
Where pens draw blood.
Words won’t turn
me into a terrorist;
Freedom of expression
Is a First world privilege.
So if you want a confession,
From a white western rhymer,
A break-down of fear and obsession,
You’re wasting your time.
There is nothing
Too fearful to write.
There’s nothing too taboo,
I’m not a Palestinian poet
Or a Paris cartoonist,
I wasn’t born
Where pens draw blood.

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NaPoWriMo day 8 – Today I will buy Roses

Day 8 – A gentle prompt of Flowers led to this remembrance of a friend.

Today I Will Buy Roses.

I loved the lily,
You hated the scent,
Said it smelled like a death bed,
You asked me, am I dying?

You gave me the red dress,
The one that draped like rose petals.
I should be more extravagant,
You said, wild and graceful.

You didn’t like the flowers,
They wilted downstairs.
I couldn’t answer,
Yet, I spoke the truth.

You examined your hands,
Life’s line cutting a path on your palm.
We agreed it was all nonsense.
I remember your wildness, your grace.

Today I will buy roses.

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NaPoWriMo day 7 – Tritina

Day 7 of Napowrimo … write a tritina. The tritina is a shorter cousin to the sestina, involving three, three-line stanzas, and a final concluding line. Three “end words” are used to conclude the lines of each stanza, in a set pattern of ABC, CAB, BCA, and all three end words appear together in the final line.
Sometimes it’s tricky, I swear!
Every time I fail solemnly,
And it’s really no good,

But wicked can be good
Or bad, so fuck it, I’ll swear,
Then repent solemnly.

Do I have to act solemnly?
Try so hard to be good,
Speak nice, not swear,

When I solemnly swear I am up to no good.

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