napowrimo: hiraeth (day 13)

by hiraeth   Apr 14, 2020

i used to think i could find home by
tracing your fingers back to where
they meet your palms but i was a child
then; naive, with a song bursting in
my heart that i never quite knew the
words to. the urge to sing that song
is sometimes a soft yearning and
other times my breath ripples
every time i offer air to my lungs,
hoping that somehow, someway
the words will diffuse into it but
it never does. a forlorn melody
that idly sits on the tip of a tongue
that will never come to know
the taste of it. maybe all that i am
is a homing pigeon that
never knew the way home.



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  • 9 months ago

    by Star

    The thing about pigeons they can make a home anywhere. Even though this felt nostalgic and uncertain, like the pigeon when you feel it's the right time, you CAN make it your home.
    I love the use of the title btw :)

  • 9 months ago

    by Rania Moallem

    huft... you have no idea how your poems affect me. I am inspired by you today, I believe.

  • 9 months ago

    by Kate

    Instant favorite. I don’t know how you do it. So beautiful, elegant, full of emotion.

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