#NaPoWriMo 2024 day twelve

there’s a pressure                             i didn’t notice
anchored
                                 at the skull’s base
 
we spend                                          too much time
bowed low
                                 we forget         to stretch
                                                         time tightens
                             
                                 and ties itself
to us, tests us
                                 we forget how
                                                         to breathe
 
                                 we walk around
in tiny circles
                                                         we hope
                                                         there is an answer
 
but we are stiff-necked                    easily distracted
                                                         voices to the left          
 
voices to the right
 
                                                         perhaps it is time
                                 keep moving
                                                             
                                                         measure the distance 

#NaPoWriMo 2024 day eleven

And then we gathered with music.
Secrets were exchanged.
We had waited so long.
Why had we waited so long ?
In the midst of all our passion,
we feast.
 
We dig our way down into the flesh.
Grind against each other
until we find our bones breaking
against our desire.
 
We gathered with grief.
Promises were made.
We could wait generations.
How long could we wait,
weighed down by history?
We weep.
 
Wash away every lying thing
curled up in the folds of our skin
until we are raw with longing.
Prisoners of hope.

#NaPoWriMo 2024 day ten

so strange, this flocking to the absence of light
the strangeness – this seeking the presence of night
strangely, this revelation: the paucity of sight
strange; this fading delight

#NaPoWriMo 2024 day nine

S T O R M                          S W O R D                        S W A R M

W A R N S                         W O R D S                         W A R N S

S W O R D                         S W A R M                        S T O R M

W O R D S                         W A R N S                         W O R D S

S W A R M                         S T O R M                         S W O R D

 

 

 

S W O R D                        S W A R M                         S T O R M

W O R D S                        W A R N S                         W O R D S

S T O R M                         S W O R D                        S W A R M

W A R N S                         W O R D S                        W A R N S

S W A R M                        S T O R M                         S W O R D

 

 

 

S W A R M                        S T O R M                         S W O R D

W O R D S                        W A R N S                         W A R N S

S W O R D                        S W A R M                         S T O R M

W A R N S                        W O R D S                         W O R D S

S T O R M                         S W O R D                         S W A R M

 

 

 

S T O R M                          S W O R D                        S W A R M

W O R D S                         W A R N S                         W O R D S

S W O R D                         S W A R M                        S T O R M

W A R N S                         W O R D S                         W A R N S

S W A R M                         S T O R M                         S W O R D

#NaPoWriMo 2024 day eight

the argument was

all words are made up

we still insist on meaning
we cobble together an understanding

to help us move forward
or simply to move

we name the beauty we seek
or the dream we lost

we sound the depths
what hides beneath the words

i tell you the truth
i’ve been as honest as possible

the deep things of loss
or hope or fear or joy

there are statements and
then there are agreements

i don’t think that means
what you think that means