as I write this, i am drinking a glass of water. why am i writing about it, you ask? well, i can’t think of what else to write. if i asked someone what to write about they’d say ‘anything that comes to mind’ and the first thing that comes to my mouth is this glassContinue reading “Water | NaPoWriMo #18”
An amalgamation of one or two lines from every poem I’ve written for my AgoraPoetry series! Enjoy that’s like clouds without the sky. my voice has its own poweran ignition, somewhere. as though a faraway brush has brought us all into existence up up and up it is no surprise now the whispers of warmthContinue reading “Pastiche”
let me tell you the secrets of my day, the whispers of warmthwho greeted me in the morning,who returned only when the nighthad swallowed the sun. in the spacesleftbetween them, my day lay, and stretched hercat-like selfacross every hour, minute, and second,grazing on the clock-handsI fed her. quietly,when no-one waslistening, I stole them, to endContinue reading “On Rest”
the breeze was the first child to have been born, the first animals heard her criesheard her shreaks as she used the trees to rattlethe ground to danceher tears so large no river could curb. it is no surprise now,as she has grown old and wise,she uses the trees to rest,the ground to dream, andContinue reading “A new Friend”
Photocopied trees circle me,And I feel as though I am being painted,As though a far away brush has brought us all into existence– Then a child runs too carelessly,falls on their face,And the painting is slightly torn.
A poem about being a normal woman for International Women’s Day👩
A surreal poem of life without my beloved. ❤️
A little poem about a little bird🐦🐦