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Awake (NaPoWriMo #26)

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Photo by Katie Howell on etsy

In a velvet sky the moon sends down its silver glow
Upon the throne between dusk and dawn.
But the sparkle of stars are eaten by a fluorescent yellow,
Brash against midnight; the lights are still on.
On the main road, cars roll in rumbles low and deep.
Human eyelids held open by machines that never sleep.

Red numbers of a clock pierce through shadows to the brain,
Imprinted in half dreams floating between realities.
Furnace whispers are punctuated by distant whistles of a train,
And the fading wails of sirens rushing to their calamities.

In the big city, the night never comes.

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Started writing this one on a sleepless night. Sleep is always so much better in cottage country when you can’t see your hand in front of your face and it’s so quiet your ears start imagining the sound of air pressure. Technology has allowed humans to break the natural sleeping cycle and stay awake far beyond evolutionary bedtime. The prompt was for a shorter version of a classic form : the curtal sonnet. Hope you enjoyed.

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

From the NaPoWriMo website:
The curtal sonnet is shorter than the normal, fourteen line sonnet. Instead it has a first stanza of six lines, followed by a second stanza of four, and then closes with a half-line. The form was invented in the 1800s by Gerard Manley Hopkins, who used it in his famous poem“Pied Beauty”.

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Foreigner in New York ( NaPoWriMo #21)

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Definitely one place to visit. Photo source: google.fr

We walked down the famous street absorbing the fluorescent confidence of theatres and billboards, of all artistic and not-so-artistic types.

“So this is Broadway,” she said, eyes flickering light from a blinking sign.

We had gone to see the Statue of Liberty earlier in the day.

Funny that one of the most iconic American symbols isn’t American at all.

“She is French, ” she had pointed out to me, “a gift from France.”

The Parisian actress and singer wanted to see Chicago before flying tomorrow.

Naturally the request had come fashionably late, so here we were looking for rush tickets.

Within running streams of black suits and clicking heels on pavement, are static queues circling squares and blocks.

Art students and cheap tourists among those in line.

We had been waiting for ten minutes when she announced, “I don’t want to be here anymore, too much.”

There was a brief sad glimmer of a glance around the hustle and bustle of eager faces ordering vinegar fries for the grand opening of the booth, before dark sunglasses dropped on her face.

With a flip of a scarf, hair, and heel she strode through the crowd and stuck a hand out over the street.

At least she seemed to like the yellow taxi cabs.

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My attempt at a “New York School” poems which the NaPoWriMo website describes as having a “conversational tone, references to friends and to places in and around New York, humor, inclusion of pop culture, and a sense of the importance of art.” So, yeah. I can hear the city and the accented voices in my head but it doesn’t translate onto paper very easily. And I have never been to New York so my imaginings may very well be the stereotypes presented in romantic comedies. So I made it about someone seeing the city with those stereotypes in mind. Pretty fun, would be cool to do something similar with Toronto as the inspiring city.

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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Copenhagen: A Summer Exchange

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From the moment I stepped out of the airport, I knew that my second time in Europe as a professional ballet exchange student would be no less than wonderful. Everyone was very welcoming and even Copenhagen itself seemed to greet me with its warm colours and lively streets. The next two weeks would be spent dancing with the Royal Danish Ballet and exploring the sights and sounds of the city!

We had ballet classes in the morning, one with students of the school, and one with professional dancers of the company. It was nice to have the variety of levels and intensity every day, as well as to meet many great people. We also took some other classes such as repertoire and Pilates, with Bournonville being particularly fun as a trademark Danish style with its charming expression and agile steps. It was an inspiring and exciting experience to take company class and I admit it made me feel impatient that apprenticeship starts a year earlier there!

We watched company rehearsals, and though it was too early in the season to see a performance, we got a tour of the beautiful, golden, traditional theatre and saw excerpts of ballet pieces in an annual outdoor show that promoted the Det Kongelige Teatre. It became chilly after sunset, yet the audience of thousands stayed sitting on the grass wrapped in blankets until a standing ovation at the end of the night; it was a kind of cultural appreciation I was quite impressed with.

Throughout the afternoons walking the streets of Copenhagen, we discovered many parks, observatory towers, and pretty buildings, and realized it was impossible to walk a few minutes without snapping pictures of a cool fountain or statue. I had the chance to ride in a canal tour, go to two of the oldest amusement parks in Europe, look at art (including a Degas exhibition) in a couple of the many museums that offer free access, and just enjoy the street and night life.

I once read that Denmark was named the happiest country in the world, and I can say I easily believe it with the relaxed, “go-with-the-flow” atmosphere I felt during my stay. Everyone I met was so nice that I often forgot I was a foreigner, at least until Danish was spoken, which I found out has absolutely no resemblance to English. I was sad to leave but was looking forward to bring back everything I had learned to grow more as a dancer and a person in my final year at NBS! Between the ballet and the excursions with friends, I had a grand time in Copenhagen and hope to visit again someday.

So, this is part of why my summer was packed to write as much as I wanted. The first month of gr.12 has been so busy but I’m really hoping to get this blog up and active again.

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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A single bazaar booth

Much bigger and sunnier than what I’ve written.
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In the dampened smell of barbecue leaking
out the Chinese restaurant door
The little woman sits in a booth under
four oversized umbrellas
Gathering mannequin hangers as mother asks,
“How much for this shirt?”

“Usually 20, but I’m closing now, so have it for 10.”
She speaks Mandarin.
Mom nods for the purchase as the roar of clouds echoes down the street
The lady folds the elegant beaded garment, smiles, hands us a plastic bag

We say thanks and turn around
Rain pours down.

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Life is hard, I realize that regardless of our evolution into society, it will always be a survival of the fittest. We work to live and we live to work, but we musn’t forget to be generous and kind to each other because those moments are what we remember through time.

Happy birthday to my mother who never turns a year older!

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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Walks ’til Magic Hour

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Oh glorious day!
Sunshine blazes through canopies of green, crowds filter into High Park
A blackbird calls, its red and white marks peeking through the brush
Algae foams above the pond, where breezes sweep through the gardens
Strolling a maze of hedges and wading pools
Sit with face to the sky, indulge in quenching fruit salad and gelato
Hike hidden sandy trails imagining a place without city noise
Emerge into picnics, lawn bowling games, and playground cheers
Snapping photos and laughing chats all the way
Have a mini barbecue in shady grass, with softened rays of the dying hours
Contemplating why we work so hard to seclude ourselves from nature,
When we love so much to wallow in it?

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Perfect way to end the long weekend: had an absolutely fantastic time with my family and my only regrets are that I had homework nagging the back of my mind and that I didn’t reapply sunscreen, not because of sunburn, but because it is too soon to already get this tanned. Summer feels so close but so far away, and I am feeling very unmotivated to go back to school and don’t-even-mention exams. I just have to remember to live every moment because before I know it, grade 11 will be finished.

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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Lady Anonymous (NaPoWriMo #19)

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City woman unafraid to stroll the night alone
Apple nibbler to the core who swears by her Burberry trenchcoat
Looking for someone who can make a nice cup of coffee every morning
Lover of the French Polynesia, Chopin, slippers.
Oh, and red lipstick.

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Something out of the blender of randomness today. This character just appeared when I saw today’s prompt for a personal ad. I wanted to do something witty but I just couldn’t conjure up good humour at the moment.

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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Frolicking in Downtown TO: A Pantoum (NaPoWriMo #15)

Cool circular shot of Dundas Square.
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A cluster frolics the streets, wandering but fast
Fun to have, stomachs to fill, memories to make
Long hours rewarded and in the past at last.
It was the best chocolate banana milkshake.

Wind collects – lights, sounds, smells – as it circles the square
Pass the man drumming rhythms on buckets and tins,
Through the lively city we walk without a care.
Seems where the weekend ends I want it to begin.

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So here’s a poem that is a pantun and about a walk (sort of). I tried ‘killing two birds with one stone’ as they say for missing the prompt on Day 13. Last weekend our whole class went for dinner at Mr. Greenjeans. With the busy and long schedules, we don’t hesitate when there is a chance to have an evening out, and we had a good time being outside in the streets of Toronto, even when it began it rain. It’s moments like these that make me so eager to have the school year finish so we can have the freedom of summer.

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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A Tanka (NaPoWriMo #11)

Frozen Statue, Miika Järvinen

Striking photo of a frozen statue by Miika Järvinen

Sleet drops in buckets
I forgot my umbrella
Must I go outside?
A hooded man sits content
On the street sipping hot tea

“Someone else is happy with less than what you have.” -Unknown

(More than one third of the way there!)

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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“Noir” Knight Sighting (NaPoWriMo #9)

Superheroes reimagined in film noir style

Art by Marko Manev in his series of Superheroes Reimagined in Film Noir Style

Grinding the butt of his cigarette into the ledge
Sam leans over his hands
Surveying the grim alley below
Exhales a last stream of grey smoke over the edge
Artificial light arises from the lands
Yet buildings lie engulfed in shadow
From somewhere ahead, something stirs in the air
A beacon’s bat in the sky takes flight
As quickly as it appeared, the figure leapt out of sight
A caped silhouette – he couldn’t believe it, he wouldn’t dare!
But Sam knew he indeed had seen the Dark Knight
Guardian of a half sleeping city at night

I was initially going to write about the mystery of a carpet stain for today’s film noir inspired prompt, but this picture was too awesome. So I came up with bystander Sam catching a glimpse of (dunna-dunna-dunna-dunna…) Batman, instead!

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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Rainy Driving at the End of the Day: Ottava Rima (NaPoWriMo #8)

René Wiley  -  Reflections in The Alley, 2012

Painting by René Wiley – Reflections in The Alley, 2012

Raindrops splatter on the windshield, sky’s tears
Speeding wheels on wet pavement, heard through glass
The yawning of the sun means cold still nears
Winter clings to twilight, makes its reign last
A small storm assembles, until it clears,
We watch its feat, waiting for it to pass
Step out the car to a warm sunshine feel
Or misty air wafting a home cooked meal

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“You can’t always get what you want. but if you try sometimes, you might find, you get what you need.” -Mick Jagger

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Let me just say, I love thunderstorms. And lightning. Even in the gloomiest of days, if you look hard enough, there are little sparks, however fleeting, that can make you smile.

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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