NaPoWriMo - The Loneliness of Pretty

Image by John F. Ashton-Keller

Beauty’s only skin deep they say,
So peel off my skin.

If your right hand offends you then cut it off.
Remove me from you.

You who made me a part of you
Then turned your back on me.

You who professed forever,

Then dwindled to sometimes,
Then occasionally,
Then rarely,
Now never.

You curse me
Blame me.
Fine.
I remember
when you said,
“Mine.”

Selfishly, then, you’d cling to me
In the white hot embers of afterglow.
Selfishly, now, you blame me for seeking
What you promised to give, but forgot.

Was the promise forgotten?
Or was it only me?

You were my everything –
My present and my future.
I depended on you.
I wanted you.
I needed you.

Though we were together, I found myself alone,
Aching and desperate to be needed again –
To be important again,
To mean something to someone again.

Opportunity merely knocked.
I hesitated at first,
wanting you to stop my outstretched hand,
to take it into your own and claim me once again.

The hand that took mine was not yours,
But the hand of Opportunity.

I only wish you’d have knocked first.

Amy McGrath is a mixed media artist, a writer, and a performer. She lives in Virginia Beach with her husband and is the mom of two amazing young men. 

NaPoWriMo - Untitled Reflection

It is darkest before the dawn

my space is warmed by soft light 

sounds and scents 

rendered sweet

there is comfort here

of care

a willingness 

to practice what supports

instead of distracts

it is a place

a state of being

that I share 

with a minion of thoughts

all vying for my attention

it is ok

I do not mind

I like company at the table

as my words wake

bit by bit

with every stretch

scratch 

and scrawl

the darkness 

makes my windows

a mirror

 so instead of seeing outside

I see myself

as I am sitting here

but the image is transparent

spiritlike

ephemeral

she rests her face in her hand and looks back at me

 accepting we are one

the streets are flooding

 with the sounds of rain soaked roadways

and early commuters rolling

 through the intersection

 of night and day

it is the urban ocean wave

crashing on the sidewalk shore

without rhythm

or pattern

only the continuation

as they come

like moments

the breath

and being

we are here together

waiting for the sun

as the earth turns over

in her bed

towards the start 

of a new fresh day

NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018 - Day 3

Jenny Astramowicz is a writer, poet and aspiring wellness coach.  She resides in San Francisco where she works at the local university and trains for endurance events.  Her long term dream is to live in France with her two cats.

Not all who wander are lost...

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NaPoWriMo - Remember

Today kicks off the National Poetry Month, NaPoWriMo. We are not doing daily prompts for this but we, the volunteers at Poets on the Page, will be sharing some of our poetry with you.

I am struggling with what love means, love as in LOVE. I've started dating again after a two year hiatus. It is a struggle for me. When I find someone that I care about, my heart gets involved pretty quickly. It's all or nothing for me. I think it has to do with being an empath, I tend to feel things quite deeply. Probably why I chose not to date for two years. I will be exploring what love means to me through my poetry this month. Here is my first exploration through loop poetry. I chose loop poetry as it helps me dive deeper into my thoughts.

NaPoWriMo - Remember
Photo by MDragonwillow

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remember
remember to find that special someone
someone that is the other half of me
me on the inside is being pulled out
out of the dark and into the light
light expanding outward brighter than the sun
sun rises in the morning, shining through the darkness
darkness crushes the internal light of hope
hope springs upward for all to bathe in
in the beginning everything looks bright
bright like a shining star that died a millennium ago and
and you snuffed out the light as that star dies
dies to the possibilities of you and me together
together will never be today or tomorrow
tomorrow there may be hope if I allow myself to bloom
bloom like the flower seeds that are buried in the earth
earth walking toward my inner being
being myself is the only way to find happiness
happiness is possible if I remember who I am
I am a spark of divine creation
creation is the ultimate of being here now
now is bright with possibilities if I allow myself to remember
remember

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My heart aches but maybe writing about love through poetry I'll be able to transform how I'm feeling now into glowing from the inside out with my own inner love and light. How are you using poetry this month? Are you reading poetry as well?

What I'm reading: 

If you write a poem on your blog for NaPoWriMo and would like to share it with us, place your link in the comments here and/or on the posts with our poems. We look forward to reading your poems.


Peace,
Morgan Dragonwillow
Read, Dance, Write, Repeat.

Morgan Dragonwillow, author of Wild Woman Waking & Dancing within Shadow, is a writing rebel, foodie, urban gardener, recovering perfectionist, facilitator of magical circles and poet who (mostly) doesn't let her fears get in the way of her passion for writing and creating. When she isn't working with clients, writing or dancing, you can find her encouraging and supporting her writing community at @StoryDam, #OctPoWriMo, #PoetsonthePage, and  Playing with Words on her blog.

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