Red

NaPoWriMo Day 4, Poem 6/30: This one is based on today's prompt - something in the style of the blues song. Not really my style, but here goes.

Inspired by all the Jeanette Winterson I've been reading and the red-haired woman who always shows up to break someone's heart.

Red

I'm waiting for a red-haired girl
Not any kind of red-haired girl
One who walks by and brakes my world

She's got my heart tangled up in her hair
Thousands of hearts tangled up in her hair
I know she's taken, for once I don't care

I'll follow her, wind, sleet, or snow
Right behind her, wind, sleet, or snow
Cross Europe, cross space, wherever she'll go

She loves me little, I give too much
She loves me sometimes, I love too much
I'll do what it takes for her look or her touch

One day she'll vanish in the crowd
One day I'll lose her in the crowd
I'll cry her name but it's just too loud

My eyes are tired, my body aches
I'm just so tired, everything aches
I'll stand by the water and watch for her wake

Gamble like that and you'll only lose
Bet on your heart and you'll only lose
It burns but I've finally found my Muse

I'll write her, write her day and night
All locked up alone through the day and night
For once the words all come out right

Three

NaPoWriMo Day 4, Poem 5/30: No prompt, just came up with this on the Metro this morning. So go easy on me, it was only 8:30 AM.

Three

I live a life of three
me and you and someone you love
me and you and someone hurting me

when I was young it was apparent
friends will never work in three
why should love be different?

you loved me before you let her know
you loved another holding me
line up the next, then let go

it's been three times that I've been burned
it's been three times I haven't won
it's been three times I haven't learned

three turns have I lost and hurt
three turns of embarrassed tears
three turns and you're not the worst

time to love not you but me
to take a rest, to muddle through
to start again this life of three
or someday just a life of two

something old something new

NaPoWriMo Day 3, Poem 4/30: weddings

This was one of the best poetry-writing experiences I've ever had. It illuminated how I feel about weddings and marriage in some unexpected ways.


something old something new

I never planned
for this
I for all my
imagining
never thought of dresses
or flowers or love

I had no intentions of
first dances
I was happy
to dance alone

I like any good young
rebel
I never wanted it
until it was
forbidden



at twenty-one I believed
in fairytales in
a white princess gown
and silver shoes
and pink roses

once I knew there was no Prince
Charming
I wanted the ever after

I don't know where
we stand
what end of the aisle
to await her
but with the whole world between us
I will see her face
I will go to her and swear
I won't let go

At This Moment

NaPoWriMo Day 2, poem 3/30: inspired by the #1 song on the day you were born. Mine is "At This Moment" by Billy Vera and the Beaters. I've never actually heard the song and didn't get a chance to listen before I wrote my poem on lunch break, so I just used the title for inspiration.

At This Moment

At this moment
I have given up on giving up.
At this moment
I want sun on my pale skin
and satin shoes in the grass.
At this moment
you are in the square, the quad,
the Mall reading Eliot
and laughing at my words.

At this moment
you can fall asleep behind oversized
sunglasses
and I will keep watch
and put dandelions
in your hair.
At this moment
no one looks
and you don't care about my name
or the blank space between
my legs.
At this moment
for just one moment
you blaze
then disappear
leaving blind spots in my eyes
and ashes on my tongue.

Triolet

NaPoWriMo Day 1, poem 2/30: triolet (ABaAabAB)

It's been a while since I've tried rhyming, never mention crazy patterns, so bear with me. I spent about half of the time writing this biting on my pen and making suggestive (or, you know, dorky) faces at my Lady Gaga poster.


Triolet

I told you I'd never write of this
but now I just don't want to forget
the skimming hands, the bruising kiss
I told you I'd never write of this
the clever fingers, the abyss
your voice when you'd say "not yet not yet"
I told you I'd never write of this
but now I just don't want to forget

Carpe Nihilum

NaPoWriMo Day 1, poem 1/30: carpe diem poem


Carpe Nihilum

I am much more likely to seize
up
to lock the day out
and scatter words
on the floor.
I draw blood
on my lips and fingers
unable to stay
whole, afraid
to bleed out.
Rather than seize
your heart
your body, I mew
softly for attention
and lose daylight
through a sieve.

NaPoWriMo

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