So I caught the NaPo fever and decided to give it a shot again this year.
Maybe going with a loose travel theme, but I might completely abandon it after a couple of poems?
lol my first poem wasn't even a true travel poem whoops
I have no clue what I'm doing.
Spoiler! :
I'm actually going to bend the rules a bit and my target is a poem every second day - ie, 15 poems. I think in the past doing a poem every day has been really daunting and I've psyched myself out which has meant that my NaPo record is a grand total of two poems
sometimes i forget the feeling the intoxicating rush of the new the unfamiliar the as-yet unexplored and the agitated ease of being wilfully and deliberately lost in a whirl of unknown alphabets and a symphony of undecipherable sentences even the air feels different here maybe a little smokier but also like it's alive with a crackle of possibility and the tangible potential of new adventures around the next corner
my shyness was a semi-opaque curtain rarely drawn back an ever-present barrier between me and the world just thick enough to cut me off block me out obscure me from the rest of the room my quietness left me forgotten unnoticed and all but invisible
because what would the shy girl have to say?
for the longest time i dreamed of a cure for my quietness in an outgoing soul who would tear back that curtain and i would no longer be cut off blocked out obscured from the rest of the world but that outgoing soul never availed and the curtain hangs there undisturbed
you tell i'm quiet like i haven't noticed
some days upon closer inspection the curtain seems thinner than it once was more translucent and less susbtantial like maybe it won't cut me off block me out obscure me so completely like one day it could be opened maybe
You have a bus to take tomorrow and in three days time I'll have a flight back home
but we still have tonight
I'll be Julie Delpy in a brown maxi dress you can be the dashing stranger for whom I throw all plans away for the chance of something I can't yet identify We can talk all night chaperoned by an unfamiliar city that if not for the quirks of fate we both may never have seen
In a few years time this city's name will remind me of you and of these fleeting hours we've shared I forget that it's only been hours since I first saw you
Tonight the world no bigger than Vienna or whatever city we choose to wander We could have been anywhere or with anyone but I'm glad I'm here with you
Don't talk about the future and all the days that come after tonight Let's both just fall blindly and whole-heartedly in love with the illusion that tonight will never end
Time bends in strange ways and I can't imagine not knowing you
we were strangers before tonight
we'll be strangers again tomorrow
Before you take that bus Before I'm on a plane and every minute takes me further from you Before whenever we must part ways we'll explore these streets together and let the night stretch out then suddenly it ends
Don't promise me a sequel in a naively planned reunion
I agree with Stella - there's a lot of kind of holiday-esque, one-last-night-together in "what could be", and the wanderlust and travel imagery in II and IV, they're exciting and adventurous and draws me in completely.
Curtains felt really special though, I think because I relate as an introvert. <3
@StellaThomas and @Audy Thank you so much for your kind words, it really means a lot <3
V. that thing they call wanderlust (part two)
home is not where my heart is whispers that knowing little voice that same one that on those lonely nights murmurs what else, what else, what else
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part of my heart lies in the streets of phnom penh in the anarchic clamour of scooters and tuktuks who weave through the traffic in rapid choreography and the unkempt liveliness of its wide dusty roads
another piece watches the sun set over trebinje whose equal parts timeless and timeworn centre exudes a captivating, unforced tranquility through the old ottoman stone
yet another delights in budapest after dark when the city is bathed in warm golden glow and the banks of the danube cast a quiet kind of magic as circling bats dance overhead
paris was the first to steal a slice for itself after all these years there it still remains in the glittering lights of the eiffel tower and the je ne sais quoi prettiness of saint-germain
my heart dreams of five foot ways of temples and fortresses and once-mighty castles it is forever entranced by a craving for the elsewhere the places i have loved and those i am yet to see
*A/N: The photo for Phnom Penh is actually from Battambang since I didn't have any photos that would work from the former. Just imagine similar architecture but way more busy,
my dear, let's be invisible together we'll take the cheap seats off to the side and above it all (it isn't the best view but it's good enough for you and i) sit by my side and we'll watch the world all the passersby who don't notice us but while you're here i don't mind not being seen (i would rather your shy smile and soft voice anyway) right now, the only person's time i want is yours my dear, i can live with being invisible if we're invisible together
i seized the day only to throw it away later that night now memory sits on the horizon's edge just about in sight but when i run towards it it remains unreachable all i have to scrutinise is fragments i try to piece them together make them fit so they reveal what's missing but the longer i try the wider the gaps become and the fragments i was holding turn to vapour around the edges and escape like mist from my grasp one thought remains solid and immediate a reminder from my more sensible self don't mix your bloody drinks
we were never going to be forever even though it felt like the stars aligned when we met and there were too many coincidences for it to ever be coincidental you and me in the same place existing in the same thought could never be destined for longevity and the instant we separated we unravelled but for a moment for just a dizzying whirlwind of an instant some strange kind of serendipity drew us together and we were
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