as dry plants revive when water sits in their lap, i am quenched by sun.
When you need to wear a smile, And it feels like a pair of jeans stuck at your waist-line, Remember, this too shall pass. When you need to ground your feet, And it feels like a blender stuck whirring never actually blending, Remember, this too shall pass. When you need to close your eyes, AndContinue reading “This too shall pass | NaPoWriMo #8”
To Do List (for a typical day-in-the-life-of-a-poet): • Do write poetry/Don’t avoid writing poetry • Do feel all the feelings/Don’t let the feelings feel you • Do learn about poetry/Don’t forget to grow • Do remember to sleep/Don’t sleep at your desk • Do drink lots of tea/Don’t drink too much tea • Do re-arrangeContinue reading “To Do List | NaPoWriMo #7”
This is my first major speech as Prime Minister – and I am going to address the first priority of this government: transforming our economy. What came first? The chicken or the egg. Today, Britain is at a turning point. The decisions we make now will live with us for decades to come. For manyContinue reading “Chicken/Egg | NaPoWriMo #6”
Frankly, I’m tired. And so are my words, so I watch them tuck themselves into bed — .
Dear Sir or Madam, Please hire me, I am good, Yours Sincerely, P.
Today was a slow day a rest day a still day a low day a high day a cake day a pie day a lie day a peace day a hush day a calm day a good day a mute day a cute day a snow day a sun day but not a sunday, aContinue reading “Synonyms | NaPoWriMo #3”
Softly. Softly. Lattice in the seeds. Softly. Softly. Latch upon the soil. Slowly. Slowly. Sit with the sunrise. Gently. Gently. Kiss the earth. Softly. Softly. Kip the passion. Softly. Softly. Lay upon the soil. Slowly. Slowly. Lather it with snot. Gently. Gently. Sit by its roots. Softly. Softly. See the seed push through soil. Gently.Continue reading “Your Plant | NaPoWriMo #2”
We find ourselves in chairs comfortable, near enough to feel his knees, his breath. We watch one another, with eyes full of all the faces aside from the one before us. But still, we change the scene, and draw our mouths up towards eyes trying to uncrack stiff faces so that something, anything, will happen.Continue reading “Giraffe | NaPoWriMo #1”