#NaPoWriMo – day nine

i brought you roses
but you did not like roses.
none. red, yellow, white…
 
i brought you lilies
but you did not like lilies.
too perfumey. like they’re hiding something.
 
i brought you orchids
but you did not like orchids.
so predatory (though beautiful).
 
i brought you tulips
but you did not like tulips.
always twisting towards the light.
 
i brought you birds of paradise
but you did not like birds of paradise.
it looks like a murder weapon.
 
i brought you chrysanthemums
but you did not like chrysanthemums.
too arty. paint one instead.
 
i brought you my hands.
you opened them like flowers
and left them. emptied.

 

#NaPoWriMo – day eight

that day you forgot

the most important thing

that day you forgot

a very important thing

that day you forgot

an important thing

that day you forgot

a somewhat important thing

that day you forgot

something important

that day you forgot

something somewhat important

that day you forgot

whether it was important

that day you forgot

what things were important

that day you forgot

why that thing was important

that day you forgot

the most important thing

that day you forgot

#NaPoWriMo – day seven

Tell me how you thought this would go.
We keep sitting down to make plans.
 
              can you create a song list, please?
 
The weather remains variable.
Spring still hasn’t arrived—it is a rumour only.
 
              i remember when it showed in august
 
There are so many things need repairing;
Somehow there’s always something missing.
 
              mockingbird, diamond ring, looking glass
 
There’s always one more thing.
Somehow there’s always more room.
 
              just add it to the list
 
We take so many trips to the mountains,
But the reasons are constantly different.
 
              you never climb the same mountain twice
 
I just keep putting one foot in front of the other.
We will get there eventually, then rest.

#NaPoWriMo – day six

in the morning,
silence. and in the mourning,
silence. and then all the words
and what words
cannot say replaced
by touch. or maybe a meal.
or a drink with a friend.
 
and then how to be lonely,
or sad. or how to be,
or keep moving, working,
saying good morning, or
thank you. and it’s okay
to laugh again, or enjoy
another’s company.
 
we keep saying
we almost lost you and
we did almost lose you
but maybe we also found each other
in the speaking of loss
sitting next to each other,
skin frail and paper-thin.
 
we keep saying just get better
and “better” is a relative term
so we sit here together
in silence. we take turns
talking of the possibilities of loss
how it is a shadow in the room;
in every room, now.

#NaPoWriMo – day five

I wanted to write an “Easter poem.”
Something about resurrection.
 
I too often feel like a white-washed tomb.
Chiefest of sinners, me.
 
I too have found myself walking in a garden;
A single destination in mind.
 
I too have sat in stunned silence,
Shrouded in wonder, bathed in light.
 
I too have found myself in need of new words,
Another way speaking/ moving through the world.
 
I have had days of new beginnings
Emerging from the river with singing.
 
Fill my cup once more.
Remind me there is a thirst to slake.
 
Remind me that stones are worn away.
Remind of that each beautiful day.