To be Lost Again

 

I drew the lines, the perfectly measured squares
Then I planted my feet firmly inside them.

The squares were permanent, wherever I went
They made sure that I never crossed the line.

I tiptoed from square to square,
Careful not to step on a line.

My life was a set of perfectly orderly blocks,
Something I could navigate easily, even in death.

Then I met you, and the squares couldn’t hold me
In the pauses between your words and the interludes between your smile,
I found my own laughter, and felt what it was to be lost again.

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NaPoWriMo Day#4: There are a couple of variants on the lune form, but just to keep things simple, let’s try the version developed by Jack Collum. His version of the lune involves a three-line stanza. The first line has three words. The second line has five, and the third line has three. You can write a poem that consists of just one stanza, or link many lune-stanzas together into a unified poem.

 

Two shy faces

Talked from across the hall

It was love.

 

Two shaky hands

Squeezed their quaking hearts out

They were scared.

 

Two bold strides

Taken tentatively by trembling feet

They were brave

 

Two dazzling smiles

Which were impossible to hide

They were happy

 

Two silent tears

Fall when no one’s looking

They were memories.

The Happy Charm

NaPoWriMo Day#3: Write a charm – a simple rhyming poem, in the style of a recipe-slash-nursery rhyme. It could be a charm against warts, or against traffic tickets. It could be a charm to bring love, or to bring free pizzas from your local radio station

I SUCK at rhyming, so here’s a crappy, cheesy, corny poem:

A gentle wind to chase away your blues

The joy in your eyes reflecting all kinds of hues.

Our feet sinking in the messy sand

As we walk hand-in-hand.

My happiness charm is easy,

Though it may sound cheesy

All I need is you

To make me feel new.

The Part of Me that Loved You

You look at me, disappointment evident in your eyes

You open your mouth, and start howling like a siren

Hurling all-too-familiar words at my blank face

Expecting me to break down, to cry, or to deny

But I do nothing, waiting for you to shut your mouth.

 

My silence provokes your words to curl more spitefully

You play from every angle, try out different moves

To topple me down, to bring a flash of emotion to my face.

 

But you don’t realize that it has been years

Since your words have ceased to touch me

Now, those sharp-edged insults you spit out

Bounce off my body, without drawing blood.

Don’t you see?

Just as your words began ripping off pieces of my soul

I ripped out the part of me that loved you.