NaPoWriMo Day 21: Narcissus (Ekho)

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NARKISSOS (Narcissus) was a youth of the town of Thespiai (Thespiae) in Boiotia, a son of the river-god Kephisos (Cephisus) and the fountain-nymph Liriope. He was celebrated for his beauty and attracted many admirers but, in his arrogance, spurned them all. The suffering of two of these, however, would bring down a curse upon him. The nymphe Ekho (Echo)–a girl cursed by Hera to repeat only the last words of what was said before–was rejected by the boy and fading away in despair left behind nothing but an echoing voice:

Narkissos your words loop and imprison me

I rail against the powers that be

How could something so beautiful be so deadly?

Daffodil petals soft as stone, hands outstretched, your medley,

You lured me in with siren song,

I was entranced it was all wrong,

How could I ever hope to escape?

Your cyclical whimsical embrace,

Now I remain though you’ve gone on,

I remember every word to your song,

I will sing it for eternity,

Why oh why have the fates forsook me?

Forsaken taken shaken not stirred,

Laughing, crying, hoping, dancing in the winds of the absurd,

You were here once I know I heard you speak,

Now I only hear last words but it is for you I seek,

I will listen as a loving last act until death,

Praying you speak again but  I won’t hold my breath.

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NaPoWriMo Day 15: Villain faces an unfortunate situation, and is revealed to be human (but still evil)

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He ached for red-lettered flesh,

He rocked his babies to his chest,

While she trusted he was who he said to be,

Truth more twisted than she could see,

Was he an evil villain?

No, merely man,

Hungry with undisciplined desire,

Selfishly burning all, unrestrained fire

NaPoWriMo Day 8: Poems in which mysterious and magical things occur

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Between my ears, a graveyard where his ghost still roams,

His face clear, voice muffled, shadows of our home,
This mausoleum, once a happy place,

Now memory of time, before space,

Sometimes I think he will return but he has abandoned me,

What am I? Princess? Pea?

Why do I survey the clock as if death’s metronome?

There are no hints revealed, just silence and stone,

Phantom love and trust exist no more,

I tried to be like Jesus but surely even he must have kept score,

No one has the capacity to love without conditions,

Some say they’ve solved that mystery but it sounds like superstitions,

Dirt loves dirt because dirt loved dirt first,

Are you the best? Am I the worst?

The coin spins and you see the side you sit on,

Bleakest hopeless before the dawn,

Slam it sticky down on cherry oak, outside from within

The coin still exists,

Now I sing dirges to lull my soul to peace,

Rest peacefully my beloved, go you now from me.

II

Just beyond us, cerulean sparkle sunbeams en-wrap lime lush leaves

Violet glitter glints of wings

In this garden, the tree of life has roots to crystal streams,

Angels hover, all are lovers, in this sweet daydream,

There is all manner of hope, all manner of prayer,

Think of it and be there,

The scent of rose, peony and lavender soft on the breeze,

Chocolate alibi, sparkling stars and willow trees,

You are everything in between,

All that was and all that will be,

I sail on currents of wind,

Trusting that you will always be my friend,

Dancing into the next phase,

Sustained by hope of another day

 

Black Dirt

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Black dirt,

Will it make it worse?

Make it hurt?

Black dirt,

Will it make it work?

Feel it in your bones

Holy uncontrolled,

Feel it in your soul.

 

Scatter me into the wind,

I thought I would always call you a friend

But now I’m staring down labyrinths, lost again,

I remember the way your eyes,

Used to look into mine,

Long before I drank the poisoned wine,

I tried and I tried to just be fine,

But my heart was shards of what it was,

Covered in invisible cuts,

Wanting so badly to go in reverse but the course is ran,

Please forgive me I can hardly stand,

I’m sinking in the:

 

Black dirt,

Will it make it worse?

Make it hurt?

Black dirt,

Will it make it work?

Feel it in your bones

Holy uncontrolled,

Feel it in your soul.

 

Scatter me once again,

I could no longer pretend

That your shadow didn’t offend,

I remember the way we were innocent,

Before the river ran dry,

Long before I drank the poisoned wine,

I tried and I tried to just be fine,

But burning anger consumed my love,

Covering you in invisible cuts,

I want so badly to take it back,

Truth is, I don’t know who I am,

I’m sinking in the:

 

Black dirt,

Will it make it worse?

Make it hurt?

Black dirt,

Will it make it work?

Feel it in your bones

Holy uncontrolled,

Feel it in your soul.

 

 

Bird/Cage

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Shadow

Composition: Light

Jeweled feathers awaiting flight,

Silhouette unceasingly walking each labyrinth chamber,

Transfixed by holy other, familiar stranger,

Hopefulness,

Simultaneous bated breath,

Will we?

Soar or sink?

I untether the velvet,

Birdcage heart door swings

“Prodigal flâneur” the bird sings

 

 

Day 17 NaPoWriMo: Nocturne

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A couple walks by with a small dog, a young man with a baby,

She mumbles and turns away from me,

“Your whole life goes so fast,

You blink and it’s all past.”

I wish I had some reassuring words but none suffice,

I wish I could free her from grief’s vice.

NaPoWriMo Day 13: Ghazal

Many nights I’ve wondered since the attack, why us?

A shoe is responsible for what we now lack, why us?

How could a shoe destroy our entire family, why us?

We feel like we’re lost at turbulent sea, why us?

We don’t even know the color of the shoe, why us?

There must be a reason for what shoes do, why us?

We were shocked to learn that we are the shoe, we are the star, why us?

Unlocked from stagnation, freed from bell jar, why us?

 

 

'The humans have weapons of mass destruction.'

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