napowrimo: the sweetest poem(day 9)

by prasanna   Apr 10, 2020


your name is scarred tissue
on my tongue; your incendiary
touch knows no bounds,
i held your name on the tip
of my tongue for a moment
too long (birds are destined
for flight). tonight, i wonder
where your poetry forms from,
i want to swim your veins to
your heart, where everything
is still primordial. unadulterated
emotions, untethered verses
floating in a nebula of the
unspoken; the clay things your
heart stirs at but your hands
never shaped into words.

i want to know why
syllables are just that,
but the three syllables
of your name is the
sweetest poem.

i want to know where
the poetry of your name
ends and the poetry of
you begins.

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  • 5 years ago

    by M. Rene'

    This stuck with me. The last few lines were fantastic and balanced out the introduction beautifully.

  • 5 years ago

    by Sunshine

    few words. (whoops I already made 3 nominations)... those closing lines, killed me. I love this month.

  • 5 years ago

    by Adastra

    "i want to swim your veins to
    your heart, where everything
    is still primordial. unadulterated
    emotions, untethered verses
    floating in a nebula of the
    unspoken; the clay things your
    heart stirs at but your hands
    never shaped into words."

    I could feel the pure adoration towards the subject of your poem. Beautiful work; thank you.

    • 5 years ago

      by prasanna

      Thank you both for your comments :)

  • 5 years ago

    by Vanesa

    ‘ i want to know why
    syllables are just that,
    but the three syllables
    of your name is the
    sweetest poem. ’

    Favorite stanza. Such a great read

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