This is my first year participating in NaPo so I guess I got here just in time I hope that I'm making my thread correctly lol. Aiming for fifteen and hoping it doesn't prove to be too challenging...
1. Oblivion 2. sorry for being avoidant but i swear i had a reason 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15.
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plump raindrops fall around me like tadpoles. the ground is sodden but steady and i can sink into grays like a dull metal pot cooking soup on the stove. tired eyes pulled open sobered up by the weeping sky. a wedding veil of fresh tears Mother Nature’s bride. lying face-down in the slick grass let me return let your roots feast on my flesh pull the string and switch off the dusty attic lightbulb. palms pressed into the earth a maternal embrace smooth and gentle ripples in a pond.
Ahh your first poem is jam packed with so many gritty images! In the first half, you do a great job of capturing that melancholy, dreary gray feeling that comes with a certain kind of rainy day. My favourite lines are "tired eyes pulled open / sobered up" - maybe that's just speaking to the part of me that's perpetually tired <.< but I love it.
And then in the second half of the poem the language and images become much more active and intense -> like "let your roots feast / on my flesh / pull the string and / switch off the / dusty attic lightbulb". The change of pace makes the poem even more gripping!
You're off to a fantastic start! I'm excited to see where you go from here - best of luck with your goal!
When you're faced with something you don't understand, I think the most natural thing but also least interesting thing you can be is afraid.
sorry for being avoidant but i swear i had a reason
(This is just a questioning my gender identity and reflecting on the past stream of consciousness sorry)
something in the swirling air of my ceiling fan of spring of '21 made me think of you and now i was crying, too as i did the unthinkable. hey, can anybody else smell strawberries and cigarette smoke? i think i loved you as a proxy rolling black sky and the taste of salt. i wanted companionship, or something dumb like that but a brick wall stood between our fingertips and it is that i'm nothing but my mother's daughter and goddammit i should've known my name. i may have committed identity fraud for some odd number of years so i'm sorry, i think you said the wrong thing and that kind of took me out of it but i promise it's not your fault that when those syllables slipped out from under your breath they buried themselves under my skin and made me get nauseous and that i wanted to keep my sweater on and the lights off.