I’m grateful for poetry.

Or, at least, what I think poetry is! I had intended to write and complete several poems to join in on England’s National Poetry Day today, but I’m only happy with one of them. 🙂 Perfectionism really is the enemy of Getting Things Done, eh?

I will walk away
I will walk
Slowly, don’t look back
But don’t look back
Again
And forget how our
Worlds collided
For one crowded hour
That felt like bliss
Like a star-crossed second
Like this:
Like foreheads touching
Lips glance lips and
Hands twirl hair
Smell of crushed grass
Sweet musk scent,
Your neck, soft thin skin
Pink, pale, smooth like
Powder, like feathers…
Tissues. Like tissues.
Then you turned away.
You’re fragile, I know,
Like crystal, water-glass.
So I will walk away,
Trailing feathers…
And not look back.
Again.

Goodbyes are sometimes good…

Yes, I’m one day late…

Today, as befits the final poem of NaPoWriMo, I challenge you to write a poem of farewell. It doesn’t have to be goodbye forever — like I said, NaPoWriMo will be back again next year. If you need a little inspiration, you might find some in perusing this selection of goodbye-and-good-luck poems from the Poetry Foundation website.

Saying goodbye is such an art.
It leaves
an empty hollow
thick silence
a heavy absence
It leaves
the moment you tap
to dial a number
and realise he’s gone
It leaves
the quiet wait for your commute
the empty train seat next to you
louder rumbles on the tracks
It leaves eternally missed moments.
But goodbyes can sometimes
Open
Spaces
To breathe
For new surprises
Epiphanies
New ways to walk
And dream
And see the mundane
They can
teach us to gracefully
let go.