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Day 5: the view from up here Today I wrote my first ever villanelle, which was quite a challenge but I think the form is really beautiful and wanted to give it a go. I keep noticing some similar themes popping up in my poems despite being written from entirely different prompts. This one is about dreaming :) #escapril #escapril2020 #poetry @letsescapril
Day 4: Earthly Pleasures There is a quiet in the air I can almost touch, And time poised at my fingertips, And the world seems an odd kind of still, A waiting kind of still. Waiting on the edge of days for Music to start playing again (We're all in a game of musical Statues and life just pressed pause). We sit long enough to hear our thoughts Now, as the bees stay busy still (And I sit long enough to watch them) Collecting pockets of sunshine yellow. Fruit continues to ripen, (It doesn't taste any less sweet), But maybe this time we'll sit long enough To see the strawberries turn red. We hold a world of stopped clocks In our chests, (but clocks seem Insignificant when time feels as if It's hanging, suspended in mid air) I’m glad to have such earthly Pleasures to keep me company While I'm waiting for the world To start ticking again. Waiting to feel the air dance again (When the motionless starts to fly). And waiting to see him again And to feel his hand in mine. #escapril2020 #escapril @letsescapril
Day 3: is anyone listening? Anything can sound like a voice if you need to hear one - kitchen white noise - the refrigerator humming, creaks in the plumbing are less scary if you long for just someone (anyone?) to hear you (maybe I heard footsteps on a creaky floor). A distant drip, drip, drip, like tapping fingers, (a hand to hold?). The tree outside your window sounds vaguely like fingers folding into a knock - you should curl under bed sheets, but what if human knuckles made the sound (perhaps it’s someone to let in). Interlaced in music, someone calls your name (or I’d better check at least) but press pause and it’s only silence that flaunts its deadly claws. Hidden in the rain are tiptoes tap dancing on gravel, so maybe I’ll talk to them - the invisible dancers on the roof - they’ll listen (or I’ll just talk to myself). Note: I wrote two poems today because I felt like and tbh I kind of want to do more because I feel like this prompt has a lot of potential. Anyway the other one is on my blog (link in my bio) if you wanna read! It’s about trees :) #escapril #escapril2020 @letsescapril
Day 2: Growth / Decay I watch as the past fades, once spoken words weigh Less on my shoulders - as some people crumble, Their shouts turn to mumbles and new faces Try to take their place. Old lovers, old friends, had beginnings and ends, But as my grip slips from the recollection, vines wind Their way up a sleeping spine to twist into my sleeping mind, Thorns hooked onto the memory, grown into a dream, Becoming a dance with the familiar amongst the unseen. When I wake it's just the nostalgia thats waits For the melancholy awareness, accompanying the reminder Of every flower I’ve watched wither in my palm - But I dropped the remains to the garden bed, And hoped something else would grow instead. I knew that love would grow again. This time I grew a garden, I started with a tree More always than a flower patch, and still just as pretty. The compost of the rotting has fertilised the new, And I haven’t felt a piece of such permanence ’til you. After wistfully watching so many crumble away, I know I wouldn’t have you, without growth or the decay, In love, perhaps we don't fall, we grow, and Honey, you are becoming my always, you know. #escapril #escapril2020
day 1: dawn #escapril #escapril2020
I’m writing a poem every day this month for #escapril2020 so get keen my dudes ✌️
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