May 1, 2013 § Leave a comment
Well, happy May 1st, everyone!
Today marks the end of National Poetry Writing Month, and I am very proud to say that I managed to write a total of 30 poems (even though I didn’t write/post a poem every day, I always caught up eventually). I have gained many new followers thanks to my participation in NaPoWriMo, so to everyone actually reading and paying attention to my odd words and interests, I say WELCOME! I hope that the journey is mutually fulfilling. 🙂
Thank you all for reading, commenting, and caring. A poem is nothing without somebody to read it, too, and as long as I have somebody to write for, I’ll keep on writing.
So although this is the end of NaPoWriMo (for this year at least) the floodgates of poetry have been firmly flung open.
There is more to come. 🙂
April 30, 2013 § Leave a comment
“One, two, three”
The swift lover’s gasp of an inhale, sharp,
Breaks silence at the count.
She is building a chemical wall to shore up her smile
And a dungeon to chain the misery, out
Deep and cold, a place to be forgotten.
And her porcelain skin is flushed – mascara running
Rivulets of ink down lovely cheeks;
I think of how devastation has a beauty all its own, when facades come flowing down like water revealing reflections beneath.
There is a sympathetic ache deep inside me – that place I never go, it hurts for her.
Vain wishes pour from it –
Oh, to love without pain
To fix that which is broken, not be broken in turn
To give all without risk
There are no words for this, I know.
My face in hers chills me to the core.
I am terrified
April 30, 2013 § 2 Comments
Walking up stairs
Hand in hand
This feels momentous.
April 28, 2013 § 3 Comments
Bruises never were
Vivid technicolour blotches,
Just another kind of decoration
Like the rest of you.
April 28, 2013 § 2 Comments
There’s this trick that time plays on me
When it throws a Sunday afternoon
Across my path, like a dimple in earth
Just deep enough to make me stumble
Over my own racing feet.
It’s always unexpected; time is sly and
I lose my momentum, find myself
Wandering aimlessly, a lost cloud in an
Infinite sky of Sunday afternoon.
Now, of course, the week stretches ahead
Another marathon to run. I should
Be using the last of this jewel-bright and
Guilt-free time to do things I want to do but
The future is a palpable weight on my mind –
What a waste.
April 26, 2013 § Leave a comment
With bruised eyes, I watch you retreat.