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Awww, @lalalucky, thank you! :’) That makes me tear up, hehe. <3 I really appreciate you reading what turned out to be a really somber thread this year! I’m very touched that you find my writing style distinct.

xxiv. population density

lion in the forest
exponential graph
find POPulation DENsity
and cut it by a half

the coffee’s getting colder
and gas is running low
I picked you up a napkin
cuz I know you’re gonna blow

people all around us
the shoes are on the floor
you’re still a broken record
and I’ll show you to the door

lion in the forest
tiger in a tree
this poem’s all for nothing:
popuLAtion densiTY!
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xxv. night scenes

the night smells like spring on the edge of summer
a hint of smokiness in the air,
the sound of sprinklers for the first time all year.
the sky is deep blue, deeper.
Venus bright in the west, the moon just past half full.
it is warm enough to stand on the balcony
in just a light jacket, unbothered,
a basket of warm laundry in my arms.
a black cat blinks on a windowsill
and for once, the air is quiet,
no cars rushing by this Saturday night.
it feels like calm on the brink of change,
and I don’t know yet
where this light breeze will take me.
so I breathe in the twilight sky.
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xxvi. dams

you’ve been butting up against me
for months, a river sometimes soothing
but more often full of rage, full of fear,
heavy-handed on the criticism,
but your voice is laden with tears.

there’s no way I could blame you.

but the dams inside of me are breaking
with each mental impact of your making:
your pressure builds and builds and builds,
enough water to wash away the world
and take me along with it.

I’ve tried to hold it back, to help,
to keep some shreds of peace for myself.
but water is a powerful force,
and I’m tired of standing up against it,
tired of being towed under, again and again.
let your wrath rain upon some other shores.

but at least as a dam, I could embrace you.
how do I step away without letting go of you,
too?
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Hi again @Que! Your thread has been really a treat to follow this month - lovely clear imagery and story-telling and depth underneath, great use of weaving in and around a dynamic theme!

Just a few comments --

xiii. ooof - these lines "I try to tell myself that my first angry call
means I’m a real journalist now." / when the truth is hard, but it's still the truth, the sense of standing your ground when you know that it's right, but still it's hard when people don't like it. I like the repetition of "truth" and alliteration throughout, it makes it feel a bit more striking / urgent.

xvii. really like the turn in the ending of this poem - from disappointment that the speaker will "only" see the sky instead of the mountains, and then realizing it's the best place to view them - it feels like a moment of perspective (both literal / vision-wise, but also emotionally / relationally)

xviii. "I cannot deny that
these are ghosts I’d gladly resurrect."

ah - I love these lines too and the narrative / imagery within this poem that evokes memory and recollection of emotions maybe no longer felt, but still connected to.

it’s the concept of declination
that gets me:
maps will point you true north, but
compasses will point you to
magnetic north
and they aren’t the same.


I have quite literally never thought of this - and the concept is so rich for poetry! fascinating!

xxv. -> such a sense of place within this one!
the night smells like spring on the edge of summer
a hint of smokiness in the air,
the sound of sprinklers for the first time all year.
the sky is deep blue, deeper.


xxvi. "how do I step away without letting go of you, / too?" </3!

Sooooo close to 30 Que! You're doing a terrific job and you've absolutely got this! Looking forward to continuing to read along to the end.
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xxvii. rivers

or maybe I am the river,
wide and deep and
bottled up for far too long.

at long last, the confidence you’ve never seen
surges up around me, through me,
and through every dam you’ve built for me,
to keep me close to you.
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@alliyah I was in a rush yesterday and did not get the chance to reply, but <3 <3 <3. It means so much to me that you’re reading along. Thanks so much for sharing some of the lines you liked!

And yes, I’ve been thinking about the map/compass stuff so much since I learned about it!! Seems like such a good metaphor for so many aspects of life. Will I be bringing this up in church one day? Maybe xD

Anyway. Thank you. <3
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xxviii. tender

when did I replace
tenderness with tiredness?
now that my body is
finally at rest, I can feel
a sweetness rising once more
in my chest.
you have my attention,
a more gentle affection
a hint of the connection
that’s been faltering of late.
but do we nurse the embers
back into a stronger flame,
or do we finally say:
this fire burnt us both out?
I want to stay here in
this quiet warmth, but you
demand more, and it’s true.
I can’t hide from my lack
of commitment to you,
even if, for now, I feel
tender.
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xxix. home

what you don’t understand about home
is that I’m still looking for mine.

I’ll add these barren hills to the collection
of lovely places in my heart:
the broad riverside will nestle in beside
the colored rooftops of a French city,
the cicada song of a Midwestern summer,
and the soft spring rains of the coast.

but neither you nor this current abode —
so present, so comforting, and beloved —
stop up my empty, aching longing
for somewhere else, for something more.

for you have lived out your life here,
and never wondered.
I still look at the stars and dream
of what alien landscape I will yet find
and make my own.
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xxx. partner

it’s not one of the 10 essentials, but
it’s something no one climbs without:
your partner.

sometimes, the way the experienced mountaineers talk,
it seems more intimate than a spouse.
holding someone’s life in your hands,
there on a barren, icy mountainside:
you must both be of the same mind,
same constitution, determination.

even if it’s the determination to
turn around and live to climb
a different day, a different mountain.

this is not just anyone of your skill level,
but the one you wholly trust,
whose judgment you prize,
whose laughter nourishes you
up the most tedious snowy slog.
who won’t let go of the rope
when you take a tumble.

I think you and I are cut
from different cloths, our boots set
towards different forbidding, distant slopes.

I have helped you on your climb,
but you won’t come along for mine,
and this is a life journey I don’t plan
to back down from.

Not this time.
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Congrats on hitting 30 Que!!! Wonderful poetry this month - I really enjoyed following this thread and all the ways you spoke different truth into your theme. These last three poems too resonate quite a bit - finding tenderness for oneself, and searching for it - I love how you put words to that feeling! I always love a homesick poem, but 29 was interesting in how the home is something still being searched for, and then 30 seems to pull in some themes throughout the thread of strength in midst of longing and especially finding inner strength in this case through independence from a partner who has grown apart. It is a really strong poem to end on as it feels like it is kind of looking down the mountain at the journey already begun, and finds the strength to keep going.

Congratulations on such a solid NaPo thread, always a pleasure to read your poetry! <3
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