As I mentioned in my last three journal entries, those who completed NaPoWriMo & let #NaPoWriMo admin know before the deadline, have won a feature by me (amongst other prizes). Since there were more than 30 winners, I've decided to break it into 3 separate features, and I've personally chosen my favourite poem from each winner's WriMo '13 gallery/list. This is feature three -- for feature one, please go here, and for feature two, here.

Apologies on the lateness of this particular feature, I've had a crazy week!

So, without further ado, here are the third group of the features - in order of their response to my previous journal.

MuselingRed wine rambles
curdle the air, but still
you dream; half-moon
body curled in the

lamp light. I am leaving,
I am leaving, choking on
some holy word—
the floorboards creak,

a sonata for my
changeling shadow
whilst you, hair tangled upon
the pillow, are spun gold. Napowrimo Poems for April    30
Frozen grip takes hold
Dead eyes look, the end is near
Kiss of ice, last breath.

    29
Insect's paradise
Meadow alive golden glow
creepy-crawly bliss.
   
    28
Panoramic view
ocean drama out in bay
standing thunderstruck.

    27
Night at opera
Expressly to see Phantom
He eluded me.

    26
Yew tree in graveyard
Dominating the landscape
Where we carved our names.
   
    25
He looked and kissed me
Rocketed into orbit
Falling back to earth.

    24
Star fell this dark night
Angel surrounded by light
Morning dew delights.

    23
Smoke rings airbourne
Expresso and newspapers
Friendly Grands-pères gossip.

    22
Heart bur Traveller's BonesCursed;
I have these flying feet,
Unable to settle down, yet-
These arrows line my ribcage
The fletching tearing at my heartstrings
With every subtle move

These scarred nomad knees
Criss-crossed with stars
Take me across the seas-
I walked upon the waves
And sank beneath the foam

My bones disintegrate
Into fine ashes
Lining the shores, bleach white.
Child, this sand beneath your feet
Are merely weary traveler's bones...
Day 03 - Dear Johnthere is an unopened love letter
waiting on a red ribboned set,

    not forgotten,
    simply unread,

i found it once before,
    ten summers ago;
looking for treasures in the attic,

puzzled i asked my granddad
    who it was for,
    'for me, dearie, for me,'
    he answered,

    'it's a reminder,' he explained,
    'to never give your heart away
              easily,'

         a sad smile
         wrinkling
         the corners of his eyes,

it did not understand
my late grandfather's words
         back then,
    but i do now,

    now
    while heartache
    rattles my bones
         and my tears
    reside on spee smock ringsfox faces lie
through smock rings
& lullabies ornaments                     I strung them over the lake top on silver garlands
       mismatched spider silk hiding in
              pockets of sky
 & my pair of scissors can't tell me
                             which is light
                                                        which is dark
      except that every fate sundrop
                              is beautiful
    & of my own daylight
April 2013 Napowrimo Haiku Set30
cold hands
dig into the fur of
sun-warmed cats

29
first warm weekend
deli patios packed
iced tea season

29.2
voices far away-
a butterfly
tasting my father's bald head

28
desert road
more lonely
than I know how to be

27
above the hospital-
parachutes
spiralling down

26
a kind word
frost-wilted
tulips making new buds

25
finally spring
cats outside
chickadeedeedeedee

24
soothing whisper
wind in the spruce
snowmelt

23
snowdrifts
along the fenceline
or horse hair?

22
snowy day
the yearlings stand heads togther
color wheel

21
cats know
you are not asleep
eep eep

20
sun-warmed cat
peaceful
cup of tea

19
melting snow
clunks musically
Thawing my Birch Bark FrostHe awoke me with the birds,
thawed my bark, my crown of branches.

I like to listen to the sound of his pen on the paper—
it reminds me of the reeds beside the pond back home.
Green, I love you green—his eyes and the grass through the window.

The scratching pen brings a change of room
where the white does not hurt my eyes.
The ghosts do not return but I do not miss them. wisdom is a butterflyyou will be plagued by beautiful misfortunes. 
wolves love sheep. 
sometimes your heart leads you to a dead end. 
do not spend overlong defending the innocence of wolves. 
be wary of becoming the monsters you fight. 
never mistake knowledge for wisdom, or past experience for future fact. 
your worries are an ant on an elephant's back. 
long is the day, and long is the night, but you will wait longer still for perfection. 
stop waiting. 
birdsong will follow you all of your days. 
rock bottom, ocean floorhalf-past a different kind of broken
on sadness, she wrote:

           
           blind fool in the umbra    
           bury yourself in me
           on the other side of lonely
           and by god, i love you
                (maybe i will be a landfill)
           

everyone i meet looks for a place to stay;
out of the woods, on wet roads
under wind, under rain
  -i'm so far away

no wonder it took him 1455 pages
waiting for her to come this way

tramps like us-
               in lieu of emptiness
               in absence of a poem
               wander, wander
                    (pour a little salt, we were never here) Day 27Maybe I've spent too many days
sitting back & fearing control
of my own rustic life
that I've become nothing,
nothing more than a watcher

& in order to become
     someone
I need to change
 some things

life's pushed me around
and I'm tired of wallowing
in my own fears & nightmares
so I just might need to take control
to become myself once again

I invite you not only to check out the featured poem, but also their galleries!
*Concora, *Delice1941, ~PaperNation, ~Lady-Yume, ~silver-ships-fly, ~The-Night-Dreamer, ~RedDragonfly, =AzizrianDaoXrak, *Pailei, =Sammur-amat, ~GloryousGlory, & ^neurotype.

And don't forget to congratulate them -- 30 poems in 30 days is a very impressive feat!