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Day 30 of 30 NaPoWrimo 2026

30 poems in 30 days. It’s been along time since I managed to complete NaPoWrimo. I wanted to prove to myself I could still write poems, have faith that I would manage one a day for a month. Have the strength to realise I still mattered in the writing world. Thank you for those who spend time reading them. I am most grateful. So here is number 30.

Endings and beginnings

Poem month is almost over,  
the colours of spring fading  
like whispers of warmth,  
leaving echoes in my heart.

My emotions run high,  
each verse is a longing,  
as petals drop from heavy branches,  
the cycle of beginnings and endings intertwining.  

In the air, a breath hold tight,  
the scent of change lingering,  
while laughter and tears collide  
in this fragile moment,  
as nature sighs,  
and I chase the last light, to new beginnings.

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Day 29 of 30 NaPoWrimo 2026

Stop the clock – look back

Let’s the clocks halt, let time rewind

To childhood days almost forgotten

Things are changing, a shift in time

Playgrounds outside wild and free

Now an office job cooped up inside

Pause the clock let time sway

Return to childhoods golden hours

Where we danced and

played in sunlight hours

Now dreams stretch far and near

Grown-up hopes entwined with fear

In those days a light still gleamed

A past that fuels our future dreams

We stop the clock, look back at time

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Day 26 of 30 NaPoWrimo 3026

Blood Brothers

Sweat, sweat, and the hum of a town.
Blood Brothers.
At the Swan.
The music starts
I want to tap my feet,
almost punched me to the ground

Twin Brothers, born the same day,
one rich, one poor.
Life pulls them apart,
then slams them back together.
I laugh, I cry I want to close my eyes

Mrs. Johnstone, a force.
Mickey, the innocent boy.
Eddie, the privileged one.
Their stories tangle,
a knot of joy and sorrow.

The songs, the music
They got in my head,
stay with me long after the curtain fell.
Catchy tunes about life’s unfairness,
love that broke my heart.

A good evening, for sure.
More than good.
It’s a rollercoaster of emotions,
a reminder of what makes us human.
Swan Theatre, High Wycombe.
You delivered.
Fantastic.

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Day 24 of 30 NaPoWrimo 2026

Where did it go?

The house breathes slow.
A soft, warm hum of sleep
Moonlight slithers in
and shadows lengthen,
like quiet giants stretching.

Outside, an owl calls,
a sombre question in the dark.
The refrigerator sighs,
a low, mechanical grumble.
Moths stray into the light,
tiny dancers in a silent hall.

And then, the washing basket.
A jumbled heap, a arena of cloth.
A sock, once part of a pair,
a brave sock in the wash,
now stands alone.

Where did its partner go?
Did it crawl into a secret fold?
Did it find a tiny door
behind the machine
to a land of lost things?
Or perhaps it dreams,
of adventures,
while its mate waits,
a lonely sentinel.
The night holds its secrets close.

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Day 22 of 30 NaPoWrimo 2026

The bee in me

A hum starts,
low,
deep inside.
Not my own voice.

It’s a buzz,
a tiny engine
waking up.

Where does it go?
Through my veins,
like golden honey.

It tickles my ribs,
a wingbeat against bone.
A warm, fuzzy feeling.

Is it a memory?
A forgotten song?
A secret language?

I listen,
lean in close.
The hum grows steadier.

It’s the sound of summer,
of flowers opening,
of work that feels good.

It tells me
to be patient,
to gather,
to share.

This bee,
this soft, insistent hum,
is a part of me,
always was.