My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is this piece of art I created a few years ago. There was a time when I was different. Tried on a different part of me I guess. Let her live out loud when I preferred the little world I had created. I decided to be someone…
My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is this piece of digital art I created of a girl fulfilling her dream to be a ballerina. It flows through dance A tickle we cannot feel Not at first anyway But like a lovely seed That grows miraculously Or a painful thorn That digs and digs…
I’ve committed to doing NaPoWriMo this month with the Cheer Peppers. That means 30 days of poetry. I’ve gotten out of the habit so these will be super short and since I’ve been spending most of my time painting these poems will be inspired by something I’ve painted. Many little deaths fall onto a blank…
I have a friend I met years ago on WordPress who is consistently supportive and kind. He published a book that I just received in the mail. It’s so clever. Over the years he would comment on a poem with his own poetry. Not just for me but for so many other poets. So this…
Shadows all around Knocking on the door Trying to find a way in To gather all my sins Crawling on the floor Grabbing at my feet Twisted and bleak They slowly sneak Hiding in the corners I can see them shift Sadistically surmising Wet smiles devising Living in eyes Gray tinted envy So ashen, so…
Cities built on forgotten feelings Stand for a little while waiting For the weight of emotion to come For the scale to balance our past For the foundation to give way Just so we can say “I sure miss you” And mean the words and know That the version we once were Will be gone…
I wonder if the stars are certain Or if the sun ever has a doubt Does sugar cane wish it was sour Does red velvet wish it was black Do plans dream of spontaneity Do words get tired of letters Can numbers feel their value Can believers ever be stayers I wonder if lions ever…
The world fell like confetti Through the black void of space Just poof A ball of dust and life gone No explosions or eruptions No trumpets or piano chords No bye bye Miss American pie Just melted skies drifting off Like lazy smoke looking For a new place to begin
Grief has its own set of lungs And tears that etch and burn Lyrical scriptures engraved Upon our very tongues Sorrow is a bright flame Slowly consumed by time And when the fire dies Love remains the same If mourning we must do Because life never lasts Then I hope I do it well To…
I trashed more posts this month than ever. The older I get the more meaningless I feel words are. Mine specifically. Everything feels noisy. My skin. The sky. Your hair. The weight of failure is noisy. I keep failing. It keeps screaming. But the weight isn’t as heavy as I thought it would be. Maybe…
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