As if writing Invisible Lines wasn’t enough, I was silly enough to try National Poetry Writing Month, which I’ve been doing daily over on Microlensing. Rather than duplicate them here one by one, I thought I’d gather up a week’s worth of them at a time and present them that way. Some of them are, to quote my Brit friends, shite, but some aren’t half bad for writing under pressure of a daily thing.
(1) Too Far
One millimeter
a million miles
nothing at all and
unbearably far
when skin calls to skin.
(2) Waking Up
Kitchen counter, the
taste of coffee on your lips
Morning’s not so bad.
(3) Simultaneity
Thinking the same thing
at the same time
is almost
like touching.
Sometimes
Sometimes
it’s close enough.
(4) Arachne
Caught in my web
hopelessly entangled
sight stolen by silk
arching toward my teasing touch
somehow
you’re still the spider.
(5) Ghost’s Request
Leave a window open for me
I don’t really need it
It’s not like closed entryways or
physical barriers matter
anymore.
But there is no art
no poetry
no message to
slipping silently through glass
to haunt you
when the creak of a frame
the billow of a curtain
can show you I’m there
If you look and listen
just right.
(6) Blade
Hearts———–
———-as blades
When I give you———–
——————my knife
Be careful—————–
——————–I know how sharp it is
Hold it——
———safely
And if you decide————–
——————-to return it
Please——
————-be gentle
(7) Next Story
I don’t care what implement
you choose to use
Quill pen, razor blade
cane, thorn, paintbrush
icicle, ember, chocolate, needle
Write your next story
on me.
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Raz, I find all of these quite appealing, and what’s more I understand them.
Paul.
I’m not usually into poetry, but I do like these.
April
Love all of these, some more than others, but I adore the last one. I want to frame it and hang it where I will see it every day.
Beautiful. Particularly the third one… “Sometimes. / Sometimes.” I love that.
I’m not generally a fan of short forms of poetry (haiku, for instance), but I think numbers 3 and 7 are quite lovely.
The last one makes me inexplicably nostalgic and happy.