This is not a poem, or a fragment, or anything. Just had to put it somewhere.
Punched in the gut by photos of his smile.
That smile.
I remember.
Instant tears. Memories always ready to flow out.
Small victories
I ate today.
I pencilled my eyebrows perfectly.
My coffee didn’t taste like you.
I haven’t cried in 2 days
(please be proud C___ )
and I didn’t think of you while praying.
18 of 30 - Notes on rain
I gazed up at the dim sky
ash blue
or maybe dishwater gray.
Did not sound like rain fall,
more like muffled secrets,
a warm hush.
The wet ground here smells ancient,
fresh clay newly uncovered
after centuries of rest.
Gumbo soil.
Mist cools face
flushed from breathless rain dances.
17 of 30 - Freewrite 5.1.12 (Affirmation)
Please remember today, when the threads came together. Remember how it felt,the rush of blood to your head, the satisfaction, the peace, and most of all the expansiveness. You have all you need. Stop being afraid to fail. Realize that you have come far. Realize that miracles are in your past, present, and future. Your breath is precious. Create, tell stories, and ask questions. That is what you are here to do.
So obviously I didn’t make it through the 30 ;)
This blog was set up as a semi-anonymous space for me to write 30 poems in 30 days for NaPoWriMo. Didn’t happen.
I’m proud I gave it a go, and I’ll continue to post here until I reach 30 poems most likely.
Thanks for the support and I’ll hope you’ll stick around.
-RIA
16 of 30
Not good at letting go
letting run
letting unravel
letting forget
always steeped in memory
in thank yous
in apologies
in thank yous
in dark rooms where I’m finally left alone for days
in thank yous
in jokes at my expense.
Tell me how to let you go
and I’ll forget
and keep drowning.
15 of 30
My pastime,
I could not name you
without giving away
every secret
every curse unsaid
every futile plea for mercy
every moan caught in my throat,
burned crisp and overdone.
14 of 30
The day I left you
I ate your sighs
and bathed
in regrets and politeness.
I put on my linen dress,
the one you hated because it smelled old
and reminded you of home.
I remembered how you once tried
to drown yourself
in my daydreams,
so I took the bottle with me.
13 of 30
I learned to identify your kind
before greeting.
Your hands give you away.
Your palms
carry
endless
aching
acidic
goodbyes.
12 of 30 - three lovers
Former strangers turned lovers
dance into the margins
of a worn script.
One clenches an eternal fist,
buried in pleasantries and laughter.
The other
clings to memories of
passions
unrequited.
I’ve known them both and forgotten their taste.
