One day you will stamp this day as an important day, write down the date and time every day to make sure you remember this exact day, this exact time, how can you possibly forget it – that was the day your life changed, the day time from the past caught up to the future,Continue reading “Date & Time | NaPoWriMo #11”
This time mum told me I am prone to spilling things, What like clumsy? No like beti. Next time he told me I am prone to falling over What like clumsy? No like daydream. Before that I told me, I am prone, to, spilling things So like juice, No like, secrets. This time mum scoldedContinue reading “This time | NaPoWriMo #10”
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”
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”