“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

4.01.2013

untitled poetry


sometimes in the poemings i stomp my foot on certain words
hard
they crack and squoosh and leave stains i can't wash away.
i've been barefoot for days
walking on truth and standing still when the bruises hurt.

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for napowrimo, 2013.
a poem a day for 30 days.

9 comments:

  1. Truth in bruises. This evokes a deep emotional response in me. "Stains I can't wash away" is a line I wish I'd written myself

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  2. but i'm so glad you keep poeming anyway :)

    and so glad you are doing this. xoxo

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  3. wonderful! Oh gosh, is it napowrimo already? I wish I'd known, I might have done it. I'm so glad you are doing it! Your poetry is marvellous.

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  4. So much in such a small space. This evokes feeling and paints pictures in my head. Thank you.

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  5. hum? i didn't know poemings was a word! it made me smile.
    but then all the words made me smile. or maybe they made me...think.
    i am so very glad you write.
    in my fondest. tilda

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  6. Is it a word? poemings?
    I hope not.
    I hope it came straight from your thinkings.

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    1. it came straight from my thinkings. :) xoxo

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  7. What a gorgeous poem...I love "poemings". Perfect!

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  8. i love this one...

    the bruises.....the damn bruises !!!

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