Tag Archives: NaPoWriMo

The Song

Posted on April 7, 2013 by billcastro

This is a reflection of my friendships at work. I wrote this at my new desk on a Friday and found it in my notes. I recently moved from an office of ten people, where I’ve worked for 4 years, … Continue reading →

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Words…

Posted on April 7, 2013 by billcastro

The words escape me, but I know I felt it sometime today When I feel it again I’ll be ready With words

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Where are the words?

Posted on April 6, 2013 by billcastro

I’m discovering some things about myself during this adventure in writing. They’re not all new things, nor are they necessarily great revelations about anything significant (except, maybe, to me). It’s just that I am noticing and paying attention to my … Continue reading →

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Awake!

Posted on April 6, 2013 by billcastro

And now I venture into different poetic styles, I tried to write a haiku earlier (Is it Spring yet?), and now I attempt to capture my morning in a cinquain ala Adelaide Crapsey. What do you think? Morning’s Easy silence Prepares … Continue reading →

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Morning O’s

Posted on April 5, 2013 by billcastro

a box, a bowl, a spoon, a mug a kitchen scale in the wings water heating on the stove with anticipation sings hot coffee, milk on cheerios how I love those little rings simple joys to start my day prepare … Continue reading →

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Plugged in

Posted on April 4, 2013 by billcastro

A window opens slowly at first but the world comes rushing in bit by bit electrifying the air around me and I stare at the static

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Is it Spring yet?

Posted on April 3, 2013 by billcastro

Cold wind bites my nose Flowers once hidden appear Calling out for sun

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hidden silence

Posted on April 2, 2013 by billcastro

my world tonight is not quite right and I don’t know why I know I should feel happy but I’d rather cry the world inside – the one I hide – is seeping through my silence

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Words

Posted on April 1, 2013 by billcastro

Alone in my world of words that no one hears Words searching for a way to to be heard Words looking for a way – for life Words screaming to get out I write Words written break the silence Words … Continue reading →

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