I was astounded to find that it's already April - and it's once again National Poetry Month. Which means it's NaPoWriMo time. A poem a day for thirty days.
This was something I WAS able to accomplish last year, a fact I am quite proud of. (As opposed to my major fail at NaNoWriMo which we won't get into). I intend to do it again this year.
So today, I present you with TWO poems. The first of which is complete, the second of which I will need to mull over a bit before posting.
Here we go!
The Sound
That voice, with its
shallow lows,
and soaring highs;
the rich, lush
palatable syllables
that squeeze the breath
from my lungs
and still the beat of my
heart.
That voice,
which haunts my
waking silences
and drowns
my every thought.
That voice,
which falls from those
soft, easy lips,
followed by
that addictive smile,
and using
a loose, pliable
tongue.
Those lips that once
kissed the love
in mine,
that tongue,
which once
found my words,
that smile,
which once mirrored mine.
That voice,
and all it is,
belongs to love,
belongs to loss,
belongs to my past,
and not my future.
That voice,
will often bring
tears to my eyes.
That voice,
will eternally
be my ghost.
©2012

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