Last Day of NaPoWriMo – That Feeling

It’s the last day of NaPoWriMo, yay!! In all seriousness I have enjoyed the challenge of writing a poem a day immensely, even on one occasion when I nearly forgot to share a poem completely. . . oops! I have realised that finding the time to allow myself to write is sometimes all I need to get inspiration flowing.
Thank you to all my fellow bloggers and readers for liking and commenting on my NaPoWriMo posts. I appreciate your support and feedback greatly, you’ve made this challenge even more enjoyable and worthwhile to have participated in! This is the final poem for NaPoWriMo 2014, it’s called β€œThat Feeling.” Until next year! πŸ˜‰

That tingling sensation
an uncontrollable shiver
beating through every vein
you taste it on your tongue
and across your mouth,
that sweet, slick feeling
like when you have steaming hot treacle tart
and freezing cold ice cream
you put them in your mouth at the same time
and you get that contrast
of hot and cold
two flavours going together, WHAM BAM!
Oozing and delighting your taste buds
you savour each morsel so slowly
then you swallow
and do it all over again….
Like when you wake up in the morning
bright and early, no need for the alarm clock
to come stamping through your dreams,
you see the sun peeking at you
between the slight crack in the curtains
you open your eyes fully
and see the day before you
it feels so magic
no other sounds
just you
and the sun
playing hide-and-seek,
so you smile and stretch
enjoying the moment
squeezing and curling your toes.
Like when you feel all giggly
going all twinkly like a teenager
you feel so naughty
naughty but nice,
because only you know you’re wearing your best
lacy embroidered underwear
underneath your ordinary jeans and top
or maybe even
no pants or β€œthings” on at all,
which is why you’re amusing yourself
winking at any suave passer by
which is why you have the confidence
to do exactly that
why you feel all saucy
all saucy and slinky….
Like when you remember being five years old
at your first birthday party
where everything was bright colours and sparkly hats
musical chairs
and for the really clever ones among us
and made-up games between yourselves
without the grown-ups knowing,
who could balance the most chocolate rolls on their ears
or who could put ten Pringle’s in their mouth at once,
we’d snort lemonade up our noses
thinking we were so smart
tricking all those mums and dads,
yet really they were smiling to themselves
they knew our little game
and would let us carry on for a while longer,
until out came the traffic light jelly
we’d be hypnotised by its fascinating wobble
and those colours,
stark lime green
raw ruby red
deep spicy orange
we’d be transfixed
our games forgotten
we’d sit down as good as gold
waiting for our plateful
of jumbled up jelly,
then we’d watch it slide
and glide all over the place
our heads tilting each way it went
until our stomachs would get the better of us
and we’d devour it in one sitting.
Like when you’re feeling low
low and flat
as if the sparkle has gone out
of a bottle of champagne,
then a friend comes along
and lifts you up
by saying something so ridiculous
you can’t help but laugh
laugh out loud and laugh away
those dull, faded feelings
they laugh too
and give you a hug,
a really warm, tight hug
like a bear
you nuzzle close into them
close your eyes
breathe in their smell
and let them hold you.
Like when you’re in bed
tossing and turning restlessly
you want to sleep but you’re buzzing too much
thoughts whizzing round your brain like busy bees,
you sit up and see the moon shining down
pouring light through your window
and into your mind,
you get up
softly open the glass so the cool air is on your face
until the moon is shining
full on your features
the stars are smiling at you too,
you feel calm
calm and tranquil
you get back into bed
snuggle back under the duvet
then in a few seconds time
you’re fast away zzzzzing.
Like when you feel all wow!
wickedly fantastic yet you’ve not a clue why
even you can’t explain to yourself
why you feel on top of the world
that bubbly, cosy feeling
stretched across your lips,
but you feel you need to keep it to yourself
like you being happy is too much to ask
so you smile
a warm, secret smile,
making you feel great inside
great as in GREAT!
great as in BIG!
You could shout
you could jump
you could twirl high
you could spin around
you could dance crazily
you could laugh til you cry
and watch your energy unfold
like a blue light twizzling brighter and brighter
but you don’t,
because you’re quite content
with smiling
smiling and letting your happiness slowly
rub off onto someone else.




  1. A comment would be superfluous….congratulations!


    • Ah no comment is superfluous! Thank you πŸ˜€ x


  2. Wow Becky, you’ve ended on a high! I love the taste of hot and cold together – apple pie with hot custard and ice-cream. This poem is full of wonderful imagery – as usual – and conveys a wonderful sense of freedom, a real flow of consciousness that is uninhibited. It is not goodbye – you have more to give! πŸ™‚ x

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    • Thank you very much! I wanted to end on a positive, high-on-life poem, very pleased you liked it πŸ˜€ x


  3. Very sparkly!


  4. Well done Becky! Its a challenge I wouldnt think of attempting! And you have signed off with a wham Bam!! Sorry if I missed a few. We have family staying and also Im full of cold! 😊 Xx

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    • Thank you Christine! I’m sure you would be able to do this challenge easily, maybe next year πŸ˜‰ I hope you’re having a great time with your family, and that you recover from your cold! πŸ™‚ xx


  5. WOW! I really got the tingles reading this Becky, what an enjoyable poem, so upbeat!! πŸ™‚


    • Thanks so much Donna! Very pleased you liked it! πŸ˜€ x



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