NaPoWriMo #11-20

by hiraeth   May 22, 2017


i might not subscribe to the idea of religion,


the warmth in your palms,
the gentle tone in your voice when you know
my seabed is quaking,
the way you hold me even when
we bite our words in anger –

makes me believe there’s
something greater


we were birthed by women
who left their homes
for strange lands that promised
sanctuary from civil wars,

lands that score your mother tongue
and slice the buds of your roots.

this is strength
& i remind myself of this,
when my reserves are in drought.


temporary encapsulation of a

full to the brim with emotions,
so we poets, dip our quill

and paint words
in broad strokes whilst

searching for meaning.


we are panhandlers,

wanders seeking:


we are poets.


day 1,481

i know
i learned to live without you

but colours are still diluted
and rainflowers don’t smell
that much like petrichors.

there's a wound where you
once were,

but it doesn’t hurt when
i accidently graze it



you –

the wanderer,
fate wonderer,
tracing lines in mortar
on nights when azure skies
are no more

(no clouds
no moon
and no stars
in sight either).

i –

the fate wanderer,
explorer of suburbia –

runs into you,

a star.



mama told me once that

“people are vessels,
it's what they carry inside
that matters”.

but i wondered when
people were meant to
disembark all of what they
were carrying.

“but mama, when do we
know what we have to
carry next?”

“you don’t” she says.



perched upon a branch
the songbird sings its ode to
the blossoming tree.



keeper of worlds & words,
in you, I become an archaeologist
finding remnants of a forgotten past,

wondering how exactly you came to break.



1825 days/
43,800 hours

the sound of your name
is still melodious.

you left your mark on me,
even though you hate tattoos.


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  • 8 months ago

    by BlueJay

    Just like before:

    11) Wow, the kind of love or friendship or family you are describing here is the kind that I envy. Even though there are people in my life that I care about deeply, none of them have ever given me that sort of aha moment that this piece is both mean and beautiful. Lol. either way, great job. I love the way your emotions really carry this one, even if it lacks your usual imagery.

    12) I feel as though I've already given you a comment on this one, so Imma skip it here.

    13) To me this piece is talking about those of us artists who use whatever is being created to figure out what it is we are trying to say or feel or do, and I have to say I definitely fall into that category because when I write or draw my mind is not connected to whatever words or colors I am using. And I think that even in the confusion (I felt) while reading this piece, that it was inviting and well penned. Sorry if this was sidetracked, but yeah there.

    14) "we are panhandlers" then "we are poets" I never would have made a connection like that, but now that I've read it I am amazed at how true that is. And you really make a huge statement in this piece - again, at least to me.

    15) The first line - I knew this would be painful to read. And my god I was still not prepared. There are so many places this piece took my heart and my mind, none of which deserve space in this comment, but I think this piece alone has inspired my next like 20 lol.

    16) Other than "runs into you, a star" at the end I think this is incredible. Although I do believe runs should smply be run.

    17) I feel like this should be the premise of it's own movie. Like it is the perfect flash back scene that motivates a character through their entire journey of coming to terms with loving someone or something for what they are instead of what they look like or pretend to be.

    18) I want to see this on one of your lovely photographs. Enough said.

    19) The honesty seeping out from every word in this is so powerful that I reread it like ten times finding new meanings and perspectives to it.

    20) same as 15, painfully beautiful. You actually, literally, completely set off an internal meltdown and a 15 minute session of crying in the corner with my boyfriend's dog lol.

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