#NaPoWriMo – day eleven

the stories were
contradictory
 
there were many
witnesses
 
rumours of war and
rumours of war
 
so many theories
to discuss
 
so many ways to frame
the days’ events
 
we were told to
write it down
 
we were told
never to tell
 
the news is
up next
 
this just in-
terruption
 
please stay
tuned

#NaPoWriMo – day ten

It was supposed to be a conversation
but all they did was talk. In the midst
of all that talking I stopped listening.
 
What happens when you stop listening?
 
What happens when you run out of patience?
 
What happens when there’s no conversation
to be had? The questions die on the page.
The air is filled with static. So we wait.
 
We wait for a moment to insert ourselves
into the story. We wait for a moment and
take time to listen and breathe and look
for answers. There are only questions,
and the questions hang in the air.
Like dust. Like fear. Like expectations.
 
What happens when you have only questions?
 
You try to make your way through the fog.
You make room at the table for conversation.
You try to find your way to the right words.

#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.