I keep seeing you, in the unlikeliest places Certain that you were in the corner Last night under the street lamp The scratch of a match as you lit your pipe And there by the lake, striding In front of me, just out of earshot As I run to catch up, my legs turning to…
Tag: #glopowrimo
F: Fascination #NaPoWriMo
We are flying into the storm For the first time I see How lightning looks from the sky Jagged white streaks Whitening the clouds In grey and black Like a tube-light gone amok. The captain announces turbulent skies But we are landing soon And I wonder… If lightning strikes a bird as it flies Does…
E: Epiphany #NaPoWriMo
This life you cling to, is it real? Why then do you cling so? That mask you wear, does anyone care? Why do you beat your chest in woe? This body you wear you will cast aside That veil of happiness will cease to delight From dust to dust return you must Why then, do…
D: Deathwish #NaPoWriMo
Have you ever wondered… How death would taste? Would it slip between your lips Like Spaghetti Bolougnaise? Or would it be tart like the apples That we picked in your garden? Would it melt in the mouth Like raspberry Bavarian? Could it be bitter As artichokes or kale? Or would Death be sweet As our…
Charm #NaPoWriMo
What is that thing you wear, that winds all the way around your wrist, the edges chafing into my skin where it presses against my heart unseen but for a tiny pattern etched in between the lines that I cannot erase…. no matter how much I pretend I do not try.
Betrayal #Napowrimo
On my 18th birthday I was out with friends Doing what raucous teenagers do, we loitered And ate rubbish and finally went home, laughing At something stupid. My father had returned Home early so he could be with me on my day. I saw the hurt in his eyes but he never said a…
Anguish #NaPoWriMo
. That clock is not working, as always, A paper pasted on its face The same faces litter the library The same voices call out in place. I too go about my business as usual Hammering at the keyboard Downing coffee and conversation And forget that you are dead. Except now and then…
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