All advanced abilities accelerate acuity
building blockbuster bombers bought by beneficiaries
cream character carrying clear champion characteristics
divine dream delivered directly, developing defenses
evermore elevated electronically earning engagement
faith forever feeling for friction, fielding factual figments
guidance giving gold gems, galvanizing governments
households handhold, hating hazardous harassments
intelligence in implementing inspired improvements
justified jabber jolting jackbooted judgements
knowledge kamikazes, kings kneel, kindnesses kneads
leaving lost leviathans leveled, limiting labeled leads
militants move, mourning monumental misdeeds
never needed nanoseconds navigating nouns
optimism; oneness offers occasional ounce
pathologically ponder potential possibilities
quickly questing quippy quirky quantitative qualities
roads rounding reality, reducing reliability
sociolinguistics sold sonically, scaling solidarity
thermodynamics telepathically, tantrically taught
uncertain unstable upheaval underbought
vivacious values ventured, verifying victorious vision
winners without wielding weapons; xenolithic xenon
xeroxed xerophilous yielding yearning zombification
NaPoWriMo Day 23: Today’s prompt:
Today’s prompt (optional, as always) asks you to write a poem about a particular letter of the alphabet, or perhaps, the letters that form a short word. Doesn’t “S” look sneaky and snakelike? And “W” clearly doesn’t know where it’s going! Think about the shape of the letter(s), and use that as the take-off point for your poem. Need an example? Here is my down-and-dirty translation of Eduardo Galeano’s “The letters of the word AMOR”:
The A has its legs open.
The M is a seesaw that comes and goes between heaven and hell.
The O is a closed circle, it will choke you.
The R is scandalously pregnant.
All of the letters of the word AMOR are dangerous.
Full-disclosure: I know how fortunate I am under the circumstances, but I let my livelihood take more from me than I wanted today. My day-job fried my brain and wrecked my whole vibe. That’s why today’s prompt is so late and devoid of emotion. At least I wrote something. Tomorrow’s a new day.