Poetry Blog by Becky Who (2019, napowrimo)
I have no roots –
Present becomes past before my eyes
Life is lived, recorded there, somehow,
More or less imperfectly inscribed
Within my head, thus stored behind my brow.
These things exist for me, just in my mind,
For if I try to seek them out again
There’s only ever something new to find:
Nothing in the stillness can remain.
I have no root...
Friday 12th April 2019 9:25 pm
If I could take the thoughts you most like to think
And sculpt them into text that speaks to you as art,
If I could take the feelings you most want to share
And mirror them in words, reflected in your heart,
Then would you more easily forgive my selfish pen?
Excuse the vacant looks, the lost half-hours when
I am not yours, as I wander some distant mental shore?
If you liked my...
Saturday 6th April 2019 1:07 pm
Preamble: just a little ditty I threw together for napowrimo day 4, prompt word “radar” from @avolitorial on Instagram. Please read nothing into it - it is not at all based on reality. Honest guv'nor.
“Hey! How’s things? Are you okay?”
Why did this come from YOU?
Why was I on YOUR radar, when
those closer never knew?
What psychic powers do you own?
What signals d...
Thursday 4th April 2019 9:12 pm