Posts Tagged ‘memories’

Firestarter
You were
To me
You
Burning
me
Devouring
you
Frozen
in my memory
Our fire
No more flickers
No more licks
Engulfs
Us
No more
Shines
painfully still
Through the ice

Each year slips by
Faster and the length
Of each year
becomes months
Becomes days
I fear
By old age each year
Will become hours
become liquid memories
escaping
between fingers
To evaporate
In to oblivion

Photograph courtesy of Umar Ibn Hussain

You and I, we
Swung high, we
Thought that we
Could, if we
Flew high, that we
Could touch, we!,
the sky. We.

photo courtesy Kat Jackson via sxc.hu

I hope it
stays lodged painfully in
your heart, this
piece of mine that’s
broken

It’s a scrap of me from
when I tried to
fit in to your desires, be
moulded by your wants. You
wanted me
broken

I lost myself in your
destructive spirit, wanting
to be yours as
you wished. So I
became
broken

Shards
Splintered hope. There
will always be
gaps where I couldn’t find
the missing pieces of a
soul flung across
broken

I’m sticky tapes and
superglue now, I
couldn’t live
broken

But I had to live. You
taught me something you
didn’t intend in your
need to have me
broken

You taught
me that I can survive
anything because I
survived you
leaving me
broken

Today I peel
off sticky tapes and
superglue, I
am repaired
skin and stitched soul
Whole

But you
You’re still
broken

For until then
the ones of us won’t fade

photo by Gerla Brakkee

Each morning in each eye
Dewdrops leak as awake you lie
Long after the moon’s goodbye

You’re replaying that moment
Of a future with you left unchosen
Of your hopes bruised and broken

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What is the earliest poem you have, the one that made you get in to poetry?

I loved this prompt from One Stop Poetry that I decided to post today, outside of my usual posting schedule.

I recall I was not impressed with poetry in primary school. I was more interested in writing pages in my diary of what I had for breakfast and who I played with and pages in my notebooks of stories about castles and dragons and runaways.

But at age 12, I discovered the pleasure and ability of writing poems, which stemmed from my English teacher praising my poetry. My first poem, below, which I still have a handwritten copy of dated 20^th January 1998, was for an English homework, and that’s where my poetry began. (more…)