Day 3 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge


Day 3’s optional prompt, was a challenge you to write a fourteener. Fourteeners can have any number of lines, but each line should have fourteen syllables. Traditionally, each line consisted of seven iambic feet (i.e., an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable, times seven), but non-iambic fourteeners also exist. ~ via The NaPoWriMo Website


So with “Day 3’s Prompt” I have struggled greatly with this Prompt, to be honest…

Below I found a “Fourteener piece” written by J.R.R. Tolkien, my fellow friend & poet Author PJ Bayliss has also written a piece, and then my submission – which I’m not sure is correct at all, or within the guidelines of this Form of Poetry… as I have no idea or understanding!?! 

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!



Galadriel’s Song of Eldamar – from “Fellowship of the Ring”

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.
There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.
O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?

© J.R.R. Tolkien



The Children’s Orchard.

The sticky filth from this pure green earth,
Nestled within my torso, limbs and arms,
Embedded within chasms of self-harm,
Mingled with sweat falling to the dirt.

Beneath blue sky full of birds,
‘Till pain flows freely through my arms,
Transforming this land, once a farm,
Once catering to needs of the herd.

As my lungs gasp for the country air,
Exhausted, I collapse into a heap,
Before wiping the sweat away,
Then smile at you standing there,
So patiently within this humid heat,
As I plant you an orchard for shade.

© PJ Bayliss (2015)




(My attempt at a – “FOURTEENER” Poem)

Drifting along on my journey, with such complacent.
Accepting: how my life was forever to be.
Why did you have to reach out to me; I’ll never understand.

Rekindling old feelings, better left far behind me.
Turning a switch, that for so long had been turned off.
Why did you have to reach out to me; I’ll never understand.

Feeding my soul, with nothing but false hope.
Of a connection, that it thought was so real.
Why did you have to reach out to me; I’ll never understand.

Through a sudden implosion it’s all over: no explanation.
The real purpose, forever left to be unknown: is just cruel.
Why did you have to reach out to me: I’ll never understand.

© debradml (2015)


5 thoughts on “Day 3 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge

  1. WOW !!! That was amazing !!!!
    Both you & pj hit it out of the ballpark
    Both poems evoked such heartfelt emotions .
    I ve re-read several times ,and each time your words just touch my soul 😘💕BRAVO my friends

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