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Poem a Day Reading Series An overview and archive of Anna Pele's April Poem a Day Reading series.

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Collecting poetry prompts from my friends for @moistpoetryjournal.bsky.social & #NaPoMo makes me feel like Jane Austen’s Emma collecting riddles…

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30 poems in 30 days ✅ #NationalPoetryMoth #NaPoMo

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NaPoMo (21-25): Juvenilia [Chimera, Eunuch, Finicky, Hatshepsut, Middle Passage] From Blackbone: How to Know My Broken Mind and Body

Had to post some oldies but goodies to finish the #NaPoMo challenge: ivanlett.substack.com/p/napomo-21-... I am still what I was becoming, final poems coming shortly.

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A photo composite of a stream and plants. The poem reads: prevailing is light where weeps the weeping images translucent and stained as flowers which flowers as stained and translucent images weeping the weeps where light is prevailing -gomp_art

A photo composite of a stream and plants. The poem reads: prevailing is light where weeps the weeping images translucent and stained as flowers which flowers as stained and translucent images weeping the weeps where light is prevailing -gomp_art

(trying this again without the error)

for the final day of #napowrimo i'll reshare this word-unit palindrome poem on rebirth that i wrote when maui was burning.

it's been a delight sharing a poem of mine each day. thanks for the love🫂
#napomo #poetry #poem #photography #composite

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Day 30 #NaPoMo #NaPoWriMo

Haiku/Haiga in response to artwork by Sara Bell.

Congratulations to all of the contributors for completing 30 days! 🎉 🎊

#شيخه
#sheikhawrites #micropoetry #haiga #haiku #poem #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #artwork #ekphrastic

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A photo composite of a fireplace and the burnt remains of a housefire. The poem reads: it's sixteen degrees out my socks smell like burning snatched from the drawer next to once-my-bed where thoughts would be ashes if senses just hadn't scented advancing rank charcoal perfume that still emanates in a stench so relentless from siblingless socks worn choiceless today  -gomp_art

A photo composite of a fireplace and the burnt remains of a housefire. The poem reads: it's sixteen degrees out my socks smell like burning snatched from the drawer next to once-my-bed where thoughts would be ashes if senses just hadn't scented advancing rank charcoal perfume that still emanates in a stench so relentless from siblingless socks worn choiceless today -gomp_art

for the penultimate day of #napowrimo i will reshare this still painful one i wrote after our housefire. the image is a photo composite of some of our burnt house detritus and flickering flames in a gas fireplace.
#napomo #poetry #poem #eastcoastkin #photography #composite #housefire

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Day 29 #NaPoMo #NaPoWriMo

Haiku/Haiga in response to artwork by Sara Bell.

#شيخه
#sheikhawrites #micropoetry #haiga #haiku #poem #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #artwork #ekphrastic

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The sun rises over the ocean. The poem reads: conscious soul such a liar egocentric death-denier even wavelets in their motion know their selves are just one ocean  -gomp_art

The sun rises over the ocean. The poem reads: conscious soul such a liar egocentric death-denier even wavelets in their motion know their selves are just one ocean -gomp_art

for day 28 of #napowrimo i'll share this one. i took the photo on a cold winter's morning.
#napomo #eastcoastkin #photography #poetry #poem

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Day 28 #NaPoMo #NaPoWriMo

Haiku/Haiga in response to artwork by Sara Bell.

#شيخه
#sheikhawrites #micropoetry #haiga #haiku #poem #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #artwork #ekphrastic

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A partially blurred flowering tip of a plant. The poem reads: i suppose in the end i would like it if when others remembered me they smiled recalling some escapade we'd shared worth smiling about -gomp_art

A partially blurred flowering tip of a plant. The poem reads: i suppose in the end i would like it if when others remembered me they smiled recalling some escapade we'd shared worth smiling about -gomp_art

for day 27 of #napowrimo i'll share this old poem.

my life has been ridiculously rich with adventures with others. i'm still looking forward to more, but so grateful for thus far😊

took the shot in our garden. blurry on purpose, like a memory😉
#napomo #poetry #poem #eastcoastkin #photography

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Day 27 #NaPoMo #NaPoWriMo

Haiku/Haiga in response to artwork by Jenn Zed.

#شيخه
#sheikhawrites #micropoetry #haiga #haiku #poem #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #artwork #ekphrastic

thewombwellrainbow.com/2025/04/27/e...

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Several shadows of an interesting unseen object overlap on a wall. The object is curved, ornate and pointy, like a medieval weapon. The poem reads: turn signals communicate the intentions of your death machine to the death machines around you ffs  -gomp_art

Several shadows of an interesting unseen object overlap on a wall. The object is curved, ornate and pointy, like a medieval weapon. The poem reads: turn signals communicate the intentions of your death machine to the death machines around you ffs -gomp_art

for day 26 of #napowrimo i'll share this one i wrote after barely avoiding an accident.

the photo is of shadows behind a tchotchke that was naturally lit from several angles. the overlapping scythe-like shapes reminded me of movement and danger.
#poetry #poem #photography #eastcoastkin #napomo

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Day 26 #NaPoMo #NaPoWriMo

Haiku/Haiga in response to artwork by Sara Bell.

#شيخه
#sheikhawrites #micropoetry #haiga #haiku #poem #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #artwork #ekphrastic

thewombwellrainbow.com/2025/04/26/e...

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A photo composite of a head and shoulders in shadow and a setting sun. The poem reads: gazing towards the sunset sky tormented by the truth of me over-grounded in the soil of circumstance and life debris the setting sun awash in flame dazzling even in demise surging golden in descent painted both my troubled eyes somehow as that mighty star crossed the distant finish line leaving day a memory replacing light with saturnine i felt her presence in my chest where that timpani is home a brilliant ember settling finding rest within my loam and there she stayed throughout the eve warming me with flaxen glow nightlight for my tortured self comforting the undertow until at dawn she went aloft bringing all amenity and i awoke anew, refreshed grateful for the company  -gomp_art

A photo composite of a head and shoulders in shadow and a setting sun. The poem reads: gazing towards the sunset sky tormented by the truth of me over-grounded in the soil of circumstance and life debris the setting sun awash in flame dazzling even in demise surging golden in descent painted both my troubled eyes somehow as that mighty star crossed the distant finish line leaving day a memory replacing light with saturnine i felt her presence in my chest where that timpani is home a brilliant ember settling finding rest within my loam and there she stayed throughout the eve warming me with flaxen glow nightlight for my tortured self comforting the undertow until at dawn she went aloft bringing all amenity and i awoke anew, refreshed grateful for the company -gomp_art

for your friday, and day 25(!) of #napowrimo i will share this poem i wrote years ago when i was depressed. as a songwriter, i enjoy working with rhyme🎧

the image is a photo composite of some weirdo and a sunset, which i tweaked.
#poetry #eastcoastkin #poem #napomo

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Day 25 #NaPoMo #NaPoWriMo

Haiku/Haiga in response to artwork by Sara Bell.

#شيخه
#sheikhawrites #micropoetry #haiga #haiku #poem #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #artwork #ekphrastic

thewombwellrainbow.com/2025/04/25/e...

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Arequipa Ochre and blue walls And the fading peaks Of volcanoes And the sunlight Plummeting beyond The hills waken Leaves to their Lost trees.

“The world counts
On our fall.
Our solitude interests
The butterflies
And the lost gold
Of the afternoons.”

Fridays during #NationalPoetryMonth are #freeversefriday
I’ll share a poem by someone that sings to me
Today #benokri
#NaPoMo #poetry

www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...

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