NaPo 2015 Winners Feature 1/?

Hey guys! Medoriko here with the first of several feature journal sets for the individuals who completed all 30 days/poems for NaPo 2015 with NaPoWriMo This is my portion of the prize package. I will be featuring 3 deviants at a time, only because there are nearly 25 or so who successfully completed and it would take me forever to feature everyone individually. Anywa, this is in no particular order.

RedDragonfly

2015 Dragon2th Renga-Januarywhen what from the swirling blizzard
should appear, but
all the horses who have broken the fence
1-3-15 RD
boots and cap...and warm woolen coat
followed by dogs...a cat who once spoke
we wander quite close...then hooves soon appear
1-3-15 SM2
we whistled and shouted and called them by name
with great shaking of grain buckets
home the horses all came
1-4-15 RD
with munching and crunchings
and stomping of hooves
horsey type gratitude spun through the air
1-4-15 SM2
during group riding lesson
a leaf dared to fall-
now dash away dash away dash away all
1-5-15 RD
with hurricane hooves
and glorious speed
the forest now thwarted...oats, hay and tea
1-5-15 SM2
cats running at night
tear up the sash
down comes the shower curtain
with a crash
1-7-15 RD
the cat hair now gathered
like new fallen snow
now covers all objects
from ceiling and below  
1-7-15 SM2
glossy and black
from his head to his foot,
warming the couch for playoff-watching
1-9-15 RD
cocooned in blankets
augmented by furry res 2014 Dragon2th Renga- Decembercooling walk
back to the barn
long shadows follow
12-2-14 RD
canine commentary
refreshments served
rustic decor...flickering lamps
12-2-14 SM2
stormy night
reading on the couch
animals snuggled up tight
12-3-14 RD
safe and secure
blankets and fur
thwart the dark and the cold
12-3-14 SM2
the cat on my lap
is so warm-
read another chapter
12-5-14 RD
hours of silence
critters maintain
an uneasy truce
12-5-14 SM2
beyond the dirty window
sunshine
through brown leaves
12-7-14 RD
stirrings throughout
careful stalking of prey...
leaves are noisy for cats
12-7-14 SM2
winter sparrow
in the chainlink
cats watch closely
12-9-14 RD
watching the watcher
as prey and whisker dance...
the tea is sipped slowly  
12-9-14 SM2
as winter birds arrive
cats prefer
the kitchen windowsill
12-11-14 RD
sugar and spice
and the makings of pie
sudden culinary leanings
12-11-14 SM2
from the kitchen counter
a trail of flour
across the carpet
12-14-14 RD
multiple paw prints
evidence suggests
collective efforts 2014 Dragon2th Renga- Octoberafternoon sun
slanting onto the couch
cat stretched full-length
10-2-14 RD
particles of cat hair
wafting through the air
...clearly visible
10-2-14 SM2
nose prints all over
window not opened for a week
10-7-14 RD
two steps back...pondering
impressionistic? abstract?
Pavlov's Picasso
10-7-14 SM2
signs of recent scuffle
black tufts of hair
show the battle lines
10-8-14 RD
serene chaos...
visual commentary
nonchalant wagging
10-8-14 SM2
kitten stalking
wagging dog tail
10-9-14 RD
wary hunter and
clever foe...
the odds are now even
10-9-14 SM2
so happy we're playing
tail faster and faster
10-10-14 RD
visual acuity
remarkably
accurate  
10-10-14 SM2
grasshopper leg
plopped down on my keyboard
with a purr
10-13-14 RD
insect foe vanquished
the legions flee before whiskers and paws
once more...crisis averted
10-13-14 SM2
in the driveway
a grasshopper missing a leg-
kitten attack survivor
10-13-14 RD
toothpick, twine and tiny spring
miniscule limb reattached
envy of others
10-13-14 SM2
sev 2014 Dragon2th Renga- Augustgentle cascade
an impromptu shower
horsey approval
8-2-14 SM2
dried-mud mane
all the clumps clinking
earth rattles
8-4-14 RD
evening slips to stars
barn light...moths and flicker
one more ride so tempting
8-5-14  SM2
freight train passes
the night is quiet
now that horses have dinner
8-14-14 RD
evening together
outside, quiet conversations
...meteor shower
8-15-14  SM2
evening stable-
tonight when I leave
it is already dark
8-16-14 RD
a canvas of stars
a moments pause...then finding
Pegasus....right there
8-17-14  SM2
after the ride
Big Dipper rising
as the horses drink
8-18-14 RD
meteor shower
slipping over head...wishes
Perseid...so lovely
8-18-14 SM2
another falling star
that only I see-
Honey, you need new glasses.
8-19-14 RD
close enough maybe....
your brilliance is obvious
no need for wishes
8-19-14 SM2
reflecting sun
like the spotlight
that you deserve
8-20-14 RD
translucent crystal
interpersonal alchemy
single light...many colors
8-20-14  SM2
the sparkle on
2013 Dragon2th Renga-jan/feb-Mountains of the moon -
horizons curve
dancing storm
a slow exhale…rain
1-29-13 SM2
happy song on the radio
but I'm still crying
first raindrops
1-29-13 RD
tin roof serenade...
our last conversation
ended too quickly
1-29-13 SM2
sidewalk darkening with rain-
turn back
or keep walking?
1-30-13 RD
our conversation
turns many directions
and yet, we continue
2-2-13 SM2
I cling to the wheel
the road winding
up and up
2-4-13 RD
this twisting path
abandoned by many
has rewards yet tasted
2-3-13 SM2
lost again
I always find
more than I planned
2-9-13 RD
not all wanderings
lead one far away
some start from within
2-9-13 SM2
no more dreams
of funerals
time for life
2-10-13 RD
memories take wing
prompted by stars
just out of reach
2-10-13 SM2
A slice of sky
I search for patterns
2-12-13 RD
on the ground
shadows slip.
others prefer the sea
2-12-13 SM2
herons wading the stream
before it reaches the sea
2-20-13 RD
little fish linger
as new shadows block
the glittering surface
2-20-13 SM2
clo 2013 Dragon2th Renga-mar/aprstartling shape
behind the curtain
I hope you're a cat
3-5-13 RD
pulling strings and silent whispers
dreams are shaped by more than whiskers
3-5-13 SM2
these dreams
repeat
don't help me get to sleep
3-11-13 RD
even in the rain
yesterdays thoughts
remain undiluted
3-11-13 SM2
low spirits
snow weighs down
the pine boughs
3-14-13 RD
in their nest
a sparrow bundle
discuss in-laws
3-14-13 SM2
glaring hawk
nagged by two ravens
3-15-13 RD
boisterous bravado
proven to be
of little substance
3-15-13 SM2
a clump of cat hair-
was there a battle?
3-16-13 RD
remaining bits of cat
annoyed by conflict
damage deposit lost
3-17-13 SM2
single cat hair
at the bottom
of my teacup
3-18-13 RD
faint hint
of catnip and mint
just before dozing
3-18-13 SM2
asleep on the couch
cat curled at his back
both snoring
3-20-13 RD
cat and mouse dreams
written by days events
one is quite cheesy
3-20-13 SM2
Woke up afraid
that my dreams
might come true
3-22-13 RD
not all dreams twist
light to fracture...
some point other 2013 Dragon2th Renga-may/juneactive brains require
a fully involved audience
according to cats
5-11-13 SM2
sunlit kitchen
how do you survive without coffee?
says my brother-in-law
5-13-13 RD
look to the cats...
for they are subtle in their ways
and prefer catnip
5-13-13 SM2
Perfectly black
one white whisker
for style
5-17-13 RD
midday patch of light
glinting highlights in fur...
yes, you may advance
5-18-13 SM2
old cat
stretched
in a bar of sunlight
5-19-13 RD
an island of fur
a glittering sea surrounds
perfect contentment
5-20-13 SM2
a curl of black fur
one drowsy eye
and a stretching claw
5-21-13 RD
a sphere of twine
rolling slowly, watched closely
pounce or avoid...choices
5-21-13 SM2
dog won't drink?
tea perfectly flavored
by soaked catnip toy
5-23-13 RD
thirst sated elsewhere
too many choices to name
except most obvious
5-23-13 SM2
cup of tea
warming my hands
and throat
5-30-13 RD
delicate sounds stir
wind chimes awaken
storm forming elsewhere
5-30-13 SM2
slept through the storm
broken branches and lost trash 2013 Dragon2th Renga-Octoberdappled sunlight
moving on the wall
but I watch the clock
10-1-13 RD
simple motion, complex obsession
textures and translucent shadows
hold me transfixed
10-1-13 SM2
dog staring all day-
I find the tennis ball
under my desk.
10-2-13 RD
feline subterfuge
plans within plans
no one suspects
10-2-13 SM2
I get down a book for you-
just a subtle suggestion
we go to Ireland
10-3-13 RD
Stone circles
and moonlight shadows
rites of Spring revisited
10-3-13 SM2
first freeze-
horse blanketed
cats indoors by choice
10-4-13 RD
morning details
greeting the senses
first light
10-5-13 SM2
quick falling twilight
walking the dog
before birthday cake
10-5-13 RD
for whom is the cake?
the canine query, met
with silence...time for sad eyes
10-5-13 SM2
wasting all those
burnt, fatty edges-
recycle with the dog!
10-7-13 RD
implicity and zen
life is more than biscuits
gravy adds savor
10-7-13 SM2
a pinch of hamburger
makes the dog food
so much better
10-7-13 RD
gratitude and devotion
unwavering loyalty
said wit


comatose-comet

8 things optimism taught mei.   I told him I wouldn’t write sad poetry if he gave me a reason, and he gave me three, pressing kisses to my temples, letting his shoulders lean against mine like trees into a breeze.
ii.   He told me that some poems don’t need words, beauty doesn’t always require eyes. He told me there is poetry in the slats of light encased within our interlaced fingers, that there is beauty in the slow passing of dancing minute and hour hands.
iii.   I told him that I only saw poetry in the stamps emblazoned within my passport. He said that I was running from so-called misery, not stopping to see that sadness was a mesh, a filter, over happiness - that it was temporary, removable, transient.
iv.   I told him that I only saw beauty in a woman sat in a café across from her handbag, as if it was the love of her life. He said that the beauty lay in how she thought the crumbs left discarded by her coffee cup spelt her soulmate’s name.
v.   I 7. ReincarnationWhen I die, remember
the pines, our love is evergreen
and while my heart will rot,
your memory of it roaring against your ear
will not.
When I die, I will come back
as a bluebottle fly, humming a
lullaby in the nights you cannot find sleep
just like my breathing once did, and I will
crash into your windows over and over,
pounding out ‘I love you’ in morse code,
telling you to open the windows and
breathe easy, I am here.
When I die, I will linger in the gaps
between your fingers, those canyons
you once thought only I could bridge,
but I will camp in those gorges and wait
for my camp-fire to be extinguished by another
man’s hands slotting into place.
When I die, and when you find a new love,
I will be the pen at hand when he
writes you love-letters, scrawling out
‘I’m happy for you’ between the lines,
carving my smile into every curve of your name
with his when you sign the marriage contract,
birth certificate.
When I die, I will fade from your life, Watercolour child(you told me that a person’s favourite colour was a reflection of their character.)
When I was young I loved that bright
shade of purple that glows with an
undertone of warm creamy pinks. My
grandfather would buy me ornaments
of fairies dressed in yellow tulip dresses,
cyan wings pressed into their shoulders
and I wanted to live in a kaleidoscope.
Home was warm, my walls light blue and
my favourite colour purple. Purple like my
laugh, purple like my mother’s high heels,
purple like the post-sunset sky.
When I grew older, I was washed out like
mixing watercolour paints. The men came and
went, taking the brightest shades with them,
sweeping swathes of foul red ink across every
canvas. And my favourite colour was lilac, soft
delicate quivering. It was the wisterias that would
listen to my empty pages, the pale dawn sky that
asked me to write while I was erased and swan-
feathered and half-dreaming of drowning in endless
cream seas. Lilac like my mother’s tired eyes, lila
A love in question --C.Oh is it fair, that the fare for happiness
is to seek the love, in spite of loneliness
Oh the fury and passion that boils
down and grind me as my body toils
I have lived alone for most of my life. I have grown
accustomed to my own company, the silence of the
other half of the bed, the bare side of the wardrobe.
I am told I should be in love by now, as if there is a
bus schedule outside my front door and a waiting list
for happiness. I don’t know what love is, but the movies
tell me it should be photoshopped bodies held close under
a designer sky, kissing in artificial rain, recording scenes
over and over until they are perfect, unmarred by honest
inflexions.
Is it not but fair that each soul has its mate
though I feel bitter if such is determined by fate
for where is such love without free will
Would you stay here, please, will you stay still
I have started to fall in love with a girl nothing like a screen siren.
in the mornings, her face is a mess of mascara stre They sing 'one for sorrow' and now you know whyA fortune-teller once told her that she had
eyes made for crying and that there would be
sparrow-boned boys with fledgling sharp beaks
who would smell it on her. And they would peck
peck peck kisses on her eyelids and leave claw-prints
on her palms, leave tears welling in her eyes as they
soared.
She would forever be the branch, never the bird. Spring
could paint her sakura-pink and summer could coat her
in honey-amber sap but there would
always be an autumn, a winter, when
the geese would mark out arrows over
head, calling the birds to migrate to tropical
freckle-faced girls and pebble-beach-back
women, all sunshine all the time. But she was
a girl that waned and waxed, cycling through
the seasons, inhospitable in the late December
nights, frostbitten in the February fortnights.
She had eyes made for crying, watching lovers fall
from her fingers like leaves, flying to warmer climates
and exotic seas. She had eyes made for crying, when
she fell in love with a magpie-eyed boy too hard, Rain-boyRain-boy the summer sun has dried you up, leaving puddles as
piles of salt, rivers as dry rocks, barren weeds and broken glass.
Rain-boy, the summer breeze is stiff, it sits in my room heavy,
curling in the corner with constant heaving sighs and i cannot
ignore him. you were always soft, a gentle tapping at my window,
a light humming on the roof when the night fell and you fell and i
fell asleep. i loved falling asleep in your arms, dreaming of kaleidoscope
stained-glass ponds, your grey eyes, your grey skies, you you you.
you were autumn and winter and spring, a gentle metronome, a
constant in my memories, leaning on the windowframe with a book
in hand, as i blew on hot tea wrapped up on the sofa, daydreaming
about dancing under yellow umbrellas. but summer breaks us with
languid heat, breaks in with stifling air, leaves us nothing to breathe,
nothing to see. i swelter, going from bed to fan to window and back
again as you evaporate.
and now, when we meet again in the unbearably hot s Aquamarinethe ocean gave you her eyes;
fixated on the moon, the tides
ebb and flow and you search for
a cliff to erode, a ship to hold,
a beach to breach and break
yourself open upon.

mmihalko13

Remnants (NaPoWriMo - Day 3)As the sun fades on a brisk October
The waning autumn breeze calls
Your happiness trapped by years of denial
Your heart bound by turmoil
Everywhere you look, you see despair
Remnants of your soul surround you
The dying fall leaves consuming every stride
Mirroring you moods
The redness of your anger
The greenish hint of serenity
The yellow tints of unanswered desires
Creating a vast sea of chaos to brighten the dull grove
You call to the hidden statues for absolution
Silence befalls reality
Another tainted leaf drops
Another chance at pleasure nears Unrequited? (NaPoWriMo - Day 6)I count my days through the world in your eyes
Sharing my secrets, embracing the possibilities
Words like tears cascade from my soul
Still, I have so much to say
In dreams, I calm
Your haunting visage soothing my fragile heart
I peer in on the swirling sea of emotion
The sandy beach my tranquility
Slow walks with you by my side
Heaven in your arms
The reality I long to embrace
I look deeper and see the shore
Are you still there?
Can you feel my pain?
The anguish of being entombed
Trapped like melting time in a barren Dali masterpiece
Truths lay before me
For, I am but words to you
A desolate canvas waiting for a brush
A phantom voice from the nether
Unrequited?
Yet, to me, you are more than you could even fathom
You are my salvation
My one true desire
My muse:thumb527220598: Dagger (NaPoWriMo - Day 12)Lost in the darkness
I can see oblivion rise
The dagger pierces
My blood cascades down your breasts
Two lonely sufferers fall
I Am Alive - My Sonnet (NaPoWriMo - Day 22)Trapped within my desolate soul,
I see my drowning destiny,
Obscure visions of who I am cursed to be.
Darkness cascades from my heart of coal,
Down inside this bottomless hole,
Deeper than the bluest sea,
Preventing your love from capturing me,
All the while, this blackness consumes me whole.
Hope rises as you shadow my life,
As through your eyes I can see a shimmering light,
Sacred pulses fueling my fire to survive.
Though, my heart is still full of strife,
In the haze, a truth, much to my delight,
Through it all, I am alive. Embracing Sin (NaPoWriMo -Day 30)Turn the corner
Close the door
Do not let her in
The moon grows cold
Sun shifts into the moon
The scarlet countess grows thin
Blood in the chalice
Organs adorn the floor
If you give in to desire, you cannot win
The candles grow dark
Her touch feels pure
You give in to ecstasy, become one with sin Monster (NaPoWriMo - Day 26)Please, I call to thee
Help me find the light inside the darkness
Discover the secrets of the enlightened
The great eye sees all
His scepter entrancing the timid
Empowering the brave
Everything I have touched – poisoned
Everything I have loved - destroyed
First in Babylon before the tides
Now dystopian dreams rule both sides
My fate sentenced inside an eternal nightmare
My heart cries for salvation
Forgive me naught
I deserve this destiny
I am a monster – kill me Sonnet for Answers (NaPoWriMo - Day 24)On a brisk walk and autumn day, out by the ancient grave,
My eyes wept, or so it would seem, as I could no longer see;
My heart paused at the signs, realities truth; love had created a slave,
Blind, and alone, life’s emptiness at hand, please help me.
No, I know my end was not quite near,
Not foretold or written, in verse or the stars;
No, my love, I call to thee, where are you my dear,
Silence still, waiting for loves harp to transcend these rusting bars.
There I stand, and see, your pale eyes faintly rise in the night,
Your heartbeat too, felt within the bounds of the mortal universe;
Why did you leave me darling, why did we have to fight?
Questions I ponder deep, as I try to vanquish my curse.
Thunder reigns’, lightning follows, as scarlet flows from the tears I cry,
For love is love, and our love lives, within the dark regions of why!

Thank you guys for participating in this years NaPo! I hope to see you all next year.

I will be doing the next round as we speak, they will either be out tonight or tomorrow!

-M-