I am haunted
memories like voices
fill
this empty space
where my heart leaches out
onto ivory parchment
too consumed
with terror
that my words
would spill
over the edges
unable to sop up
the gush of grief
disintegrating
all remaining
form
skin
and
bones
to
pulp
grief
my ashen
remains
NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 5
Nothing comes to the surface
so I seek
beneath the greasy suds
wrist deep in the weeks worth
of dirty dishes
for any
crystal inkling
reaching
grasping
gripping
an oil slick
serrated
steel
smile
in my palm
I close my hand
imbruing the water
with sanguine swirls
saponifying my mind
NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 4
NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 2
Give in
flood the edges
the scraped up utterances
waters urges upwards
against
an almost
it is almost
enough
to quench
long parched
edges sun scalded
skin scraped
It is a mystery
how a point
long dulled
still opens
a merry
sanquine river
bleeds out
the lie
I tell my self
NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 1
Poem based on magnetic poetry pull: almost, lie, merry, mystery, water
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I am a wandering wordsmith and storyteller captivated by the beauty in imperfection.
Join me on this exploration of all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities:
nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect .
