Here I am! Last year I was so sad about not being able to complete napo but this year even though I know it is a busy month for me I will try my best cause even though I consider myself more of a prose reader and writer, I also have a love for poetry and especially napo!
Goal is 1 poem a day and trying the narrative style of poetry!
The first touch of life being buried alive Everyone was blind not to see her eyes smile Mother is not dead, I almost choke on my breath A warrior is no person to make do with death
The halls were hushed The glasses wear the brown dust The stairs don't make a sound The great doors don’t creak
My mother had the most life Any live thing couldn’t possess In this dreadful palace where The people left are more dead
Mother is taken to the River Where she will shine by the sun And be buried to the earth She will sing with the wind
She will have a new home A new place she will dwell in No she is not dead But what about me
the narrator is just so devastated that they realize they might be dead, even more so than their mother. really love the atmosphere of the poem. it feels so gloomy and dark and really sets the tone!!
That night when the palace slept, with grieve filled depth of silence I was awake as I always have, eyes restless in search of answers The weight I carried within, had no place in the ears of the palace It reeked of secrets, sounds of distrust and sight of miseries
My eyes follow the moonlight, as it hides from the shadows of the night
Its white glow on mother’s skin The calmness contrasted with her wild eyes She is here, like always with her face drawn toward the sky The delicate fiery orange embracing her silhouette
I have long believed she could fly with wings she kept concealed The palace was blind to not see her hiding it under her smile The flight she intended long back But was she to leave me all alone I didn’t have the slightest fear But she left, she really did She no longer looks back from the window.
awakened to the damned day princess will sleep in mirage forever breathing only in the legends she too will be remembered a hope lingers wanting not to be forgotten like a dream among many it is time for her to follow to fit in the footsteps stained by blood traced by sacrifice tomorrow the princess dies it will be her last slumber she too will be lost to ashes like her foremothers The Phoenix queen will be born birthed by the fire
closing my eyes i drift back to a memory, a child’s dream, the desire for it once turned her into a silent thief. into the royal room, where Father had Mother in his gentle arms sneaking with its glitters in her eyes, she held the crown for the first time
in the mirror, she saw herself from a different sight as she placed it on her head, it felt heavy like a broken heart.
opening my eyes, i replay the memory in my mind again mother had caught me, i remember her blank eyes seeing through my soul, the desire of the young girl the dreams she knew very close
The sounds, their hopes are too loud I cannot take in any more
I am Dina, not your queen, I am a neverending rain, not the flame I am weak, like a bleeding limb I am not worthy, the silence screamed
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