I had thought that my undertaking of NaPoWriMo would take the shape of micro-poetry this year, but it’s only day two and I’m being proven
Coincidences are always interesting. I’m about five weeks into my path along The Artist’s Way, in terms of the course I’m just completing week three.
Linger here. Breathe that heavy air ripe, humid with rites of spring. Consume this confession, sweet, juice- plump meat, pierce and tear the delicate skin.
In my bed, empty. Full, stained sheets a ghost lingering, a siren calling, just out of sight. In her bed,’ full. Crisp linens, blank canvas,
The following was written for the DVerse Poets writing challenge… image taken by Aisling Weaver Precipitation * Curtain falling endless rain blotting out the world
The following is what emerged when I woke at 5am this morning. My mind wanders when I’ve less than five hours sleep. What I shall