Tag: napowrimo

NaPoWriMo starts tomorrow, are you joining in?

by Maja Todorovic, posted in Business in Rhyme, Write, create, innovate!

Yes, tomorrow is a big day for all of us poetry lovers, as it is a good chance for us to gear up our writing and improve our poetry skills. As many of you might noticed I haven’t been active very much on the blog lately, which is due to my right elbow injury. It hurts like hell and any repetitive movement like typing is simply causing me to much pain. It’s extremely difficult for me to work. Recovery is too slow and I’m facing 8 weeks of rigorous physical therapy. I truly hope it will help me get back on track with my writing (this paragraph took me almost an hour to type!).

Anyway I don’t want to miss this NaPoWriMo, and I’ll do my best to stick to the challenge until the end. For additional inspiration I intend to use prompts from my ‘Get busy with writing’ e-book. 31 prompts to stir up creativity and if you think you could benefit with some additional inspiration for NaPoWriMo, follow this link to get your free copy.

I wish you all a happy and fruitfull NaPoWriMo! 🙂

Results of NaPoWriMo experiment

by Maja Todorovic, posted in Write, create, innovate!, Writer's creative bites

The April month is over so is the napowrimo. I successfully went through, publishing every day a poem, along with all scheduled posts. Most of the poems were result of free-writing so I won’t go into the quality of writing, but there are other benefits that I noticed as a result of this frequent scheduled poetry scribble.

1.During the month I felt much more emotionally stable.

On a few occasions I had some difficult situations and even though I didn’t channel my stress through poetry, the actual act of writing was a great tool for me to divert my thoughts into something creative instead to rewind in my head something that is already in the past. It turned out to be a great mindfulness tool for me.

2. It made me productive in other areas as well.

When you do something you like, it really can fuel you with beautiful energy and gives you drive to get involved in other tasks. My working hours were joyes and filled with vigor to accomplish as much as I can.

3. I came up with ideas much easier.

Even though I didn’t use poetry as a brainstorming tool, I noticed I came up with new ideas with ease, without any struggle and doubt. It felt quite natural just to follow already ignited thoughts and that was the half of job done.

If you were participant in the NaPoWriMo, how that impacted your daily routine? Please share your experience and insights in the comments below.

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NaPoWriMo day 28: Gone with the rain

by Maja Todorovic, posted in My personal rhyme - from time to time

It was typical rainy day: grey, wet curtain hid tired steps of people passing by. At the end of the street, just below the tiny slope, every tortuous creek plunged into the porous mouth of the busy, thirsty drain. Water blunged in the rhythm of soft, muffled sobs as young women, with unvoiced stone face, continued to cradle her empty hands.

Maja S. Todorovic

NaPoWriMo day 25: Midnight summer dream

by Maja Todorovic, posted in My personal rhyme - from time to time

He’s bent, carrying the heaviness of the sky,

the day drags, light lags behind

like cape rolls over dry land.

 

Air spreads the sweaty smell of fresh baked potato

from the neighboring house.

As the incoming night invokes long forgotten rattling

of the fishscales in his boy-pocket,

 

tonight, at 24:00 sharp, he will take the same position:

Guardian of the fairytale gate –

with bowed head, and faithless grin he is

ready to escape his own world in dim.

 

Maja S. Todorovic

NaPoWriMo day 23: Larger than us

by Maja Todorovic, posted in My personal rhyme - from time to time

A memory:

His dry, pale cheeks burn

as smile begins to peek,

chain of glowing pearls

overshadows incoming dawn.

Her porcelain skin aches,

in sweet and soft pain, electrified,

under his fingers, tied.

 

Now: they are just two strangers

each sleeping on his side of the bed.

She wonders…,

yet she knew the answer:

“Life, larger than us,

that’s what happened”.

 

Maja S. Todorovic

NaPoWriMo day 22: Zemia

by Maja Todorovic, posted in My personal rhyme - from time to time

I know how you breathe;

I know how you rustles on 7.83 Hz Schumman resonance;

I know your spaceless love, when you hold me in

enormous gravitational hug.

 

I know how you like to be cradled in the Milky Way,

I know how disturbed child you were 4.6 billion years ago,

how you didn’t like your first Pangaea face.

 

I know all about tantrums you had,

until you developed two cheeks, Laurasia and Gondvana

you liked to scratch with your flickering fiery licks,

how you erupt, through volcano horns.

and how you play with sand domes.

 

I know of your silica wrinkles, blue and green sinews,

running through your granite crust.

I know when you yawn in the rifting zones

in deep waters of Atlantic Ocean,

I know when you subduct your toes beneath

Pacific islands, in rhythmic tectonic motions.

I know your kimberlitic diamond bones,

your asteno-blood that furiously bleeds whenever you’re cut;

I know each secreted gem of your tissue:

layered sedimentary, pressured magmatic

or unsatisfied metamorphic,

about each cocooned crystal.

 

I know when you are angry or scared,

how you tremble, quake in shocks,

I know when you are not in the mood,

sending razor winds and swirling storms.

I know how you like to wrap me in your green wings

bath me in your silvery tears.

I know you.

You are part of me and I am part of you.

You are everything

I call home.

 

Maja S. Todorovic

NaPoWriMo day 21: An Intent

by Maja Todorovic, posted in My personal rhyme - from time to time

Why do I need to pretend?

You say: ”I’ve always had good intent!”

yet your eyes sparkle every time

I plead for your fragile approval?

 

I’m not who you expect me to be.

I can’t be something you need for you

to continue your life in peace.

 

I’m confused, I still search

to make that little girl inside me smile

run after rainbow and collect stars;

swing on the moon and walk

across the Sun;

 

jump over the mountains

and play charades with whales

in ocean fountains.

 

That little girl is so scared,

impaired by false assumptions

she need to take care of you

instead to accept:

“Here, within myself I belong to!”

 

And I can tell you

that little girl is very close to finding her truth

lying in between two smooth edges of tomorrow

where she’s conquering beautiful world’s burrow

and yesterday when you held her tight to comb her hair.

 

Who said life is fair?

Stop to fight, let her go.

 

Maja S. Todorovic

NaPoWriMo day 20: Brevity

by Maja Todorovic, posted in My personal rhyme - from time to time

There is no face,

instead: glass shelter.

You may emboss new eyes

for me to see

or take red crayon to draw lips

but shall I speak?

 

It’s a facade,

made of judgments,

pain, disappointments.

Are you brave?

 

To peel me down

to the bottom of my flesh and bones,

to the core of my soul

as I stand in emotionless nudity,

 

despite the cruelty of cold windy life

will you teach me to feel?

despite rejection ready to rife

will you teach me to live,

to be human, one more time?

 

Maja S. Todorovic