(eh, this is a pretty “half-baked” poem; I’m just struggling to find the time right now to write D:) (also I am so sad the formatting for this poem doesn’t work in WordPress nuuuuu)
Soothing silk slides across my face,
smoothing hard-pressed thought lines,
caressing my cheek and sweeping away.
It unties the knots in my muscles,
and straightens my weakened spine.
A soft song weaves itself through,
engulfing deadlines, yelling, strains.
It steadies my heart to an even beat;
a crescendo of notes lifts me from my mess,
Hums gradually wrap around me,
the march of strings builds within,
There is no unworthy desire,
there is no scolding or crying
there is no degradation of the spirit.
There is only a fearless embrace,
when i see with radiant eyes
my life is no longer a calendar
it is a pallete of fears,
But when I awake
I am met
with the same
How I yearn to
White floaties pulled off dandelions
is the time I cannot preserve,
I reach to draw them back in
Efforts to start again.
But the wind takes them,
Floats them away.
**In loving memory of my friend’s mother, who passed away unexpectedly last week**
Today my pen fails me;
it does not ooze ornate melodies,
or fabricate luscious narratives.
It does not stain paper with color,
or paint images of sun.
I thought I could write something for everything;
the way pain feels inside me now;
the way confusion sits unsettled in my veins;
the way I know what is happening but I don’t.
Perhaps I will say:
How selfish I feel
to wish someone back,
from her Father’s arms,
for the sake of life’s motions.
No other words accompany me
in this struggle to grasp
what has happened,
no words exist to lessen
the blow we subsist.
Perhaps it is not necessary,
to be able to pen everything.
Some things are
what i remember now was the
suffocating heat of summer.
it stuffed itself into every inch
that stretched between us.
it robbed me of my freedom,
trapped me inside wooden walls
the machined air blasting
at full speed to wash it out.
what i remember next
was the moonlight,
how it graced its shine
against the rich violet
and how it followed me
as i ran through trees,
steady and solid, unlike
when heat dropped to freezing,
and your jacket was warmer
than the large fire we sat
around, and my naivety was
the stimulation to an agonizing
month-long waste of time.
when our words evolved from
sweet pursuance to familiar
conversation, and i sunk
deeper; my hollow desire
to be loved now over-flowing
as we walked upon shifting
sand, hand vainly in hand.
when our words evolved from
familiar conversation to constant
calamities, building up barricades,
loading ammunition and firing off
rounds of accusations, with fear
solidifying inside me, weighing me
when we parted ways,
i bloodied and
you eager to run.
what i remember was the
aching and shaking,
floods of tears.
you held a numb expression
that recalled no memory of
me and you.
and what i remember most is
when we walked away from that summer
I was someone else.
You were the same.
feather floating light
nothing succeeds to pull me
Aimlessly I fly
Yikes! I can’t believe how the time flies (I’ll probably continue to repeat this for the rest of eternity. March just started yesterday, I swear!)
NaPoWriMo is already almost here–in less than a week!
National Poetry Writing Month occurs in the month of April every year. The goal is to write one poem a day for all 30 days.
This will be my third year as a participant, but I’m not sure how consistent of a participant I’ll be this year. With three AP exams to study for in April, it’ll be a heck of a lot. But we’ll see. Poetry usually helps calm the nerves. Anyway, allow me to drown you in links before April 1st hits!
Read my somewhat cringe-worthy poems of 2015 here.
Read my somewhat improved poems of 2016 here.
NaPo Tip Thursdays (2016)
Last year, I wrote a few posts on ways you can prepare for and succeed in NaPo! Read them here, here and here.
Please let me know if you’re participating below in the comment section. I love to keep tabs on my fellow poeting friends to see what they write. Everybody is always so talented. National Poetry Writing Month is a very special event for me. It’s the reason I started this blog! I saw on the site when I first learned of the event that you could submit your own website/blog to count as a ‘participant.’ Well, I wanted to be officially counted as a participant (even though it didn’t matter LOL), so I created this blog!
I am looking forward to the daily prompts the NaPo site provides, and learning new poetry styles and developing my skills. Always love this time of year ❤
Pax in Christo,