The Coming of Spring - NaPoWriMo2017 #9

The Coming of Spring

Spring springs

My restless heart

And I want to

Outpace the place

Where cherry blossoms go. 

I want a new life

A new me

A new everything

Reborn. 

I am always

Running away

In the Spring

Even if the adventure

Is to

Go Home.  

Smiles - NaPoWriMo2017 #8

Smiles

I think

Smiles sometimes

Are like

Performance art. 

You hone them

To perfection

And practise 

In front of

An audience 

Suspended in disbelief. 

My smiles are masking

An age old weariness. 

And I am very good

At performing. 

But often

My smiles

Don't reach

My eyes. 

(Must practise harder)

Guinness - NaPoWriMo2017 #7

Guinness 

Anxiety is 

Like being without

A cold, calming

Pint of Guinness 

In your hand. 

To soothe you

To make you

That gregarious 

Being that you are. 

Anxiety clouds you,

Unlike the cold, crisp

Freshness

Of the Pint

That makes you

Befriend the world. 

Anxiety is

The absence of 

Guinness

Choking

All that you are. 

Illegible - NaPoWriMo2017 Day #6

Illegible

My blood leaked

Ink into words

As far 

I go back

And though 

Sometimes I believe 

I wrote this life 

Into being,

The ink 

Spills in scrawls

I cannot decipher. 

Are these

The secret sorrows

We muffle

Into pillows

When the greatest

Fear

Is to look at

Our own humanity? 

Losing - NaPoWriMo2017 #5

Losing

I don't like losing

Although I hide it well

(I'm lying).

I'm selfish

Self centred

Accept no divinity

Other than my humanity

Yet. 

I fall to my knees

In worship

In adoration 

In wonder

In supplication 

When. You. Smile. 

I don't mind losing

When I am losing

All that I am

To you. 

Polyamory - NaPoWriMo2017 #4

Polyamory

My single child heart

Would never have 

Been amenable

To sharing love 

If I hadn't learned to lose 

It over and over 

To capricious, greedy cities.

They never demanded 

My whole, my complete 

Heart. 

So I exist in love 

With London. Delhi. 

Edinburgh. Cape Town. 

Multiple loves

Who are not quite

Entirely 

Mine. 

Yet, somehow the parts I get 

The parts I give

Are sharper, sweeter, deeper

For it. 

Poetic Returns - NaPoWriMo2017 #3

Poetic Returns

The last entry 

On my blog

Is dated June 2015

If unposted, then unwritten

I was always 

An exhibitionist. 

So, Is this

A triumphant return

Wiser, Better, Brighter? 

Hardly. 

Scared-er, Quieter, Softer

Befitting, for poetic returns.