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April 28th - National Poetry Month 2023

It's the last day of this year's National Poetry Month Challenge! But don't leave yet, because along with today's post, we'll be having a 150 post special and the Weekly Tot (I haven't forgotten about that!) today or tomorrow, and the grand finale of this challenge on Monday. Please keep in mind that poetry submissions for Monday are due today, and without further ado, let's read some poems!

Calligraphy Strokes

Calligraphy

An art, indeed

Takes some practice

For years and years

Most people draw extra lines

Faking the thick downstrokes

Or leaving them hollow


But it's still an art

'Faux', it's called

Either way, the brush will sway

Thin lines up

Press and pull down

It's harder than it looks

But more beautiful than it sounds

Ah, calligraphy. Looking back at my poem, I could've made it a bit better by changing the focus of it, but I'll leave it for now. Wait, that gives me an idea...


Moving on to Noodly's poem, she has another lengthy one! Here it is.


Just A Pen

There's something magic

About the flow of ink

How the minute you pick it up

You really start to think


How ideas well up inside you

And pour out of your pen

Like it's magic

What is it then?


Is it just an instrument

For writing out your words?

Your inspiration

Making ideas flit like birds

Is it really magic?

Some sort of special wand

Or is the magic always there?

Behind the thistles and fronds


Maybe it's the sword

That lashes out at the clutter

The spark, the flame

That makes your mind flutter

Maybe it's the key

The thoughts were always there

Maybe it's the string

Holding everything together


Can you ever know?

Whether its from pen, or ink

That creative flow

From hope or reason

From sorrow or joy

Whatever it is

That makes your fingers fly

The thing that makes you

Want to try

In the end

It's all the same

For all of it

You are to blame


For picking it up

For that urge inside

For the words escaping

For the meaning implied

The pen is

Whatever you make it

A tool, a toy

A wand, a key

A sword or an instrument

Or something wild and free

Let it soar across the page

Make your words last

The paper is your stage

Let it out from its cage

In it's core

Just a pen

Just a pen

Nothing more

Wow. That's all I have to say. Just wow. Starting each stanza by imagining what a pen could be, the elegant word choice, and the impeccable flow from line to line...can we have a round of applause for Noodly Girl please? This may very well be one of my favorite poems. Although I haven't really read any of Edgar Allen Poe's works...


A huge thank you to Noodly Girl for submitting poems throughout this contest, and I hope that you wrote your own poems too! Remember that it's never too late to share them with me, although they won't get featured on Quarantime at this point. Today is also the last day to submit poems for Monday's grand finale, so click the second button below for the link. The first button will lead you to the original challenge page, in case you're new here (welcome!). Happy Friday!


 
 
 

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