#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

#NaPoWriMo 2024 day seven

the tongue is a fire
though a small thing
among the body’s parts
yet it sets on fire 
the course of our life

beasts and birds
reptiles and creatures of the sea
are tamed and have been tamed
but no one can tame the tongue

the tongue can be a restless evil
the tongue can be full of deadly poison
with it we bless 
with it we curse 
people made in the image of God

from the same mouth 
both blessing and cursing
brothers and sisters

these things should not be so