NAPOWRIMO Post 1
I hate you all in your hand holding mockery
as I hide from him in my screen of grey smoke
I too once loved the callouses and warmth of our hands entwined
but not now
The sunshine warms and brings smiles to their lips
I purse mine in a slow steady exhale
I want to scream to yell and cry but no good could come of such whines
where is my spring this year locked away in a box of memories
will a smile dance upon these puckered lips again?
will springs sun feel warm again I hope it will,
but not now
Oh yes now. Way to get started. Keep going. AQ
ReplyDeleteAlso. What do you want me to name your blog: Heather H?
ReplyDeleteActually Heather Ivy. is what I usually write under
ReplyDeleteI reeeeally like this poem. It's sad, but very hopeful. I'm a fan of repetitive lines, so "but not now" is my fave.
ReplyDelete- Shalane