30 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 30 – Write a poem employing extended metaphor to illustrate the experience of the last thirty days.


It started out as a healing process
But soon entered into a learning curve
Like a bobsleigh team from Jamaica
Not every day is a good day for creation
But some are
And those days are worth living for.

I did not manage to do it properly:
I had to write a poem every day
Without failure

But life happened, as it often does
And then it happened very intensely
I bet you thought I had given up already

However – here we are,
30 poems done!

I am content


29 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 29 – Briefly research a poetic form of your choice and write a poem according to the rules of that particular form.


Darkness swallows me
It is normal this far north
As it’s winter here
I think I was supposed to
Be born somewhere much warmer


28 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 28 – Visit a virtual art gallery and look around until you find a piece that intrigues you. Write a poem inspired by the artwork.


consume consume consume
do not apply critical thinking
do not question authority
do not attempt individuality
consume consume consume


what goes in one end
comes out from the other
it’s the circle of life


consume consume consume
trust the majority
ten million flies can’t be wrong
accept what is provided without question
consume consume consume


26 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 26 – Gather some magazines/catalogs you don’t mind cutting up and spend ten minutes flipping through them looking for words/sentences that spark your interest. Cut out the words as you go, and (at the end of the ten minutes) arrange the words to form a cut-out poem.

I don’t have any literature in English that I wouldn’t mind destroying but I have the most basic set of fridge poetry, which seems to be a reasonable substitute for this particular task.



25 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 25 – Write a poem that includes all of the following words: pistachio, ink, pebble, weather, varnish.


Even the word itself is depressing –
Cold winds, pebble sized hail…
I try to peer out of my window
But it seems to be covered in ink.
The weather is fucking devious!
Let’s say rains a lot
And then there’s this one
Really Cold Night
And the next morning
Everything looks as if covered in
A thick layer of varnish
Except it is ice.
Ice ice baby…
No crampons? Good luck!
Better stay indoors,
Find that packet of pistachios
You bought last week but forgot
And devour its contents in one go.
You’ll feel better, I promise.

23 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 23 – Write a seven line poem that begins with “it’s true that fresh air is good for the body” (from Frank O’Hara’s poem “Ave Maria”) and ends with “this is our body” (from Gary Snyder’s “The Bath”).


it’s true that fresh air is good for the body
but we all know air is invisible
and so are ghosts that reside in it
so every time you’re having sex outside
the spirits around you are whispering:
do you mind?
this is our body!

22 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 22 – What is the first car you bought/drove/remember? Write a poem about it.


Orange, rugged, bulky and strong
Slow and thirsty and not exactly new
The fun the times we had are long
Gone but I still remember you

Speeding was never my favourite game
Nor yours, we shared a different lust
Since we parted, mud’s not been the same
But you’re old and too fond of rust 😦