NaPoWriMo #21-30

by hiraeth   May 22, 2017


you are ethereal –
i mean that not to idolize you
but in the sense that
you are deliberate,
in everything you do.

you radiate the appropriate
amount of warmth,
and much-more when you
sense that whoever is in
your company
needs to feel something other
than complete drear.

your words stem from
sincerity, the way you
wonder about other’s
hardships as if it were
yours to suffer through
and arrange the perfect
bouquet of words and
offer it to them so they
know that they are never
alone in this messy world.



the space between your ribs was home;

stethoscopes can hear drunken murmurs
and sobered cries, the blueprint to the entire
summer of ‘fourteen lies within. it's rhythmic,
no it’s music the freestyled acapella over your
heartbeat when you were fast asleep, crickets
rumbled and thunder stirred most nights,
when I likened myself to a conductor,

those songs became tombstones,
we were a cemetary and I asked
blackbirds to pray that I was not
egaeus but we were spun in a centrifuge;

with enough force,
everything splits.



words are anchors, and you were the sea;
i was in awe of your vastness –

sometimes, silence speaks loud enough
so I never did litter you with anchors
or stop to bask in your might.



i wonder if thoughts of me amalgamate
into lichen inching across the
entirety of you.

if it did,
would you scrape it off?



fluid architecture:

the blueprint of you and I
is ever-changing,

the only constant is warmth,
and that’s all we only
really need.



i drafted dozens of poems,
sifted through words
trying to best paint you

but I might have
better success
with a paint-brush.


you and i, we are canvasses,
borrowing words and colors
from the innate and inane,
splattering ink on our bodies
aimlessly, wondering if

one day,
we’ll ever be complete.



you have a particularity to the way
you fold your words into shapes;

little paper crane birds
littered across your room,

you\ll only need a thousand.



and when there is need,

i know that you will lapse into the wind
and follow the sun east, planting
mayflowers along the way.



i once let you listen to the mourning
songs of the songbird tucked away
in my heart –

wringed words spill lament
on ebony & ivory in chords
that were not meant to be
played by me.

you knew I kept the melodies
to that song under lock and key,

but still,
the breath of your silence
still stings my flayed skin.


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  • 9 months ago

    by Ben

    You're a poetry freak.

    Epic Epic Epic.

    That is all


  • 10 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    I liked very much part 21 It was a beautiful emotional piece and stood alone would have been an excellent poem. For me thr addition numbered verses detracted from it because it felt too long to get the best of it. The content of each verse was good and showcased your talent but just was a little over whelming. I would have loved to have seen this split down into shorter pieces rather than one long but certainly worth my vote and comment

  • 10 months ago

    by BlueJay

    21) I am not sure who you are writing this about, but you have this effect on people too, especially in your poetry. I guess this piece just proves that the qualities in those around you are reflections of yourself. And I love how after everything that could potentially give this person arrogance or a sense of godlieness you remembered to center it and bring them back to earth in a gentle manner.

    22) I feel like knowing you, at one point you wanted to paint or sketch this. Or maybe it was inspired by a piece of art, because even though it has your sense of imagery and vivid nature, it isn't totally your own style. Either way I am impressed and amazed and overall this one was incredible.

    23) While this very well could be about nature, I feel like it is more fitting to have been about the heart of someone close or dear to you.

    24) Even with a dictionary by my side I don't get this one. But once I figure it out I'll come back and edit this lol.

    25) I love this one and I really needed to read something that was just beautiful. So thank you.

    26) paintbrush, camera, words, melodies, they are all powerful but each one can only say so much on its own right? I enjoyed that in this one you feel like you are admitting defeat, that your chosen tool was not good enough for this inspiration, but you have the courage to try it again. Nicely penned. Inspiring.

    27) Nothing is ever complete. There is always more to do in the moment or the next day or whenever. Even a work of art hanging in a museum or published books are not complete. But I think you are playing on that idea in this piece, even if it is just one subtle possibility, hinted at in the last line.

    28) The other night my brother had a friend over, and that's all they did all night - fold origami. When the friend found out I was writing poetry the whole night he asked me if he could use a poem for his craft, I mentioned something about imperfection in the piece so he turned it into a crane and told me something like "imperfection is part of beauty and even all the practice in the world will never smooth out the pre-existing wrinkles in a piece of paper." I know another personal tangent, but that's where this piece took me. And I thought you might get a kick out of the story too.

    29) Again this one has a movie and painting quality to it. I think we all need to know someone like this, even briefly in life and you've captured the essence perfectly/

    30) This feels far too personal for me to even attempt a comment, and I hope that is alright with you. However, I do feel as though it was a great way to sum up your NaPoWriMo challenge.

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