Your writing is absolutely stunning! I won't be able to comment on each and every single one of your poems that you've published in this thread so far, but I'm amazed. Your latest, tacenda xxii, is incredibly relatable and is such a bittersweet piece. Keep up the amazing work!
-- "And I love the thought of being with you, or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone." ♡
Another sonnet! I’m not as proud of this one because I was trying to make a point more than playing with imagery, so it might need some fine-turning. I chose my college a year ago today and sort of wanted to write an ode to it—looks like it also turned out to have a bit of sadness over being gone right now due to the virus.
tacenda xxiii
A year has passed since I once chose my fate; I still remember when I found my way, The trip out west — and now I mark this date, When I first chose my new home for to stay.
Though silly it may seem, I know myself. I fought for my desires and so I won Good friends who will not leave me on the shelf A haven for both knowledge and for fun.
A family was something I had sought, To love and make me feel like I belonged; To make real all that I had hoped and thought, To university I gladly thronged.
With loving friends I found it hard to leave, And, missing all, I bow my head to grieve.
and if this be the last tale I ever spin, what of that?
it’s only that I don’t quite know how to say it all.
not only my account of your coming, the fall (yours, then mine), the city, the bridge, the dance. (these words create a timeline like a secret that only we two know)
but how do I even begin to say all of the heys and hellos, smiles, thank yous, I’m sorry (again), the goodbye we never quite had,
Hope you all can see the image! It seems all of my NaPos need just one attempt at poetry formatting, hehe. I just took a screenshot of a google doc in which I used the space bar too many times... Any of you amazing poetry format people have tips or want to let me in on your secrets? At first I was low key going to make a crescent moon but have even fewer ideas of how to go about doing that, so this spacey thing will have to do!
Querencia I really like the unexpected pairings with the celestial imagery in your last poem - "unspoken stars" is a really neat turn of phrase.
On the formatting one, when I want to format a poem into the shape of something I make a picture to put in the background, then type over it to make it fit the outline, then delete the background image at the end - I think that can be done in word, but I normally throw it in a Powerpoint (I discovered this technique when I made my chicken poem last year)-> & at the end in can be saved as a picture. In this case you could just put a circle in the background and then can line up the edges so it makes a little crescent moon. It's such a fun poem and I like your use of line breaks which makes the reader really slow down and capture the whole image. The way you currently have it formatted feels light and dream-like which also pairs nicely with the words.
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
Hi que! I really like tacenda 27! also, wow, 27! you're nearly done with 30!
And if you wanted to make a crescent shape thingy, you could always use canva! it's really useful, and you won't even have to take a screenshot - you can just download it as an image!
I was eleven years old and I'd lost my mother, and my soul. And the crucible gave me you.
maybe there are some things which should never be said;
if you knew the things I held close in my heart, the doors to yours might close forever.
the warm grip of your hand in mine, the night we danced. the hollowness that scrapes me clean inside, these nights spent restless and alone. the chill of rain tangling into my hair, the gleam in your eyes when you smile, the catch of breath in my throat when our gazes meet.
a thousand words unwritten, songs unsung, hearts undone.
I would speak it all to you if only you asked it of me.
but after all we’ve been through, I never regretted telling you how I felt. feel.
Can I just say I love how your 29th poem ended with the line "don't let this be the end of us" - great sequencing to put that as the 2nd to last poem in the collection!
Big congratulations on making it to 30 with characteristically beautiful & thoughtful poetry this month Querencia!
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
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