#NaPoWriMo - day fifteen

i’m tired of winter / winter wonderlands / the dead of winter / winter blues / the winter of our discontent / the thin ice / snowball effects / the pure and driven snow / breaking the ice / tips of icebergs / being out in the cold / winter solstice / nuclear / or otherwise

#NaPoWriMo - day fourteen

today i saw a ghost bird
the flock’s murmuration
a wedge in the air
shadows echoing
flight path and dance
 
i could not stop to mark its path
headed as i was in the other direction
 
i hoped to see it again upon my return
but the sky was empty
the fields covered with snow
it began to rain
and the birds waited in the trees
 
in the silence
ghosts are everywhere
nighttime or daylight

#NaPoWriMo - day thirteen

I chose for myself
this course of action.
I have no other
to blame.
 
All this time I have
remained hidden.
I feel no need
to prove my existence.
 
Do you remember my face?
Do you remember my name?
 
You will not find me
in the public square.
You won’t notice me
at the corner table.
 
Who will tell the stories?
Who will sing the songs?
 
I have written everything down
and hidden the letter.
It will be my only confession.
You may never read it.
 
Someone is always watching.
Don’t tell me what you’ve seen.
Don’t tell me what you’ve heard.
Just tell me my name.

#NaPoWriMo - day twelve

We moved from home to home.
We met in living rooms and kitchens
and bedrooms. We shared
meals and drinks and spoke
of life to each other.
We celebrated and danced.
We gathered around the words
and parsed out the meaning.
We asked the difficult questions
and left room for difficult answers.
We did that for years.

But we moved to new cities, new jobs.
Made new friends. Stopped writing
perhaps, beds shared with new bodies,
tables covered with new dishes,
new promises made. I hope
each of you still finds reasons
to celebrate, reasons to dance.
Maybe sometimes you remember us
sitting together on the floor.
Listening to poems, songs, stories.
Quietly drinking tea, lightly
nibbling on finger food and dainties.

I still carry those moments with me.
They still feel like home.

#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