Microscope: A Poem | Day 20 of National Poetry Writing Month

Microscope: A Poem Fragment of a leaf,Specks of sand, andA slice of beetBeneathMy wild blue eyes -Yet I never wasA scientist in the making.Now -I gaze into thePixels thatHold the weight ofWords, making myBack straighten,Knees lock,Feet and fingers Press forwardAs if flashing past Finished linesOf a thousand marathons.Inspecting the world in clipsLike paragraphsAnd dialogue interrupted,Dashes … Continue reading Microscope: A Poem | Day 20 of National Poetry Writing Month

Daybreak: A Poem | Day 18 of National Poetry Writing Month

Daybreak: A Poem Endured familiarity -A type of stability that somehowMade my knees quake.Counting on itLike leaves turning coralOr sweet morning notes of coffee.Stepping in unisonTo motions thatCame and wentAre back again,Why do we treat themLike a special occasion?Breaking looseLike the crevice of daybreak,We rise againIn the treasures ofUncharted territory,Apart,Like it always should have been.

Paper Cuts: A Poem | Day 17 of National Poetry Writing Month

Paper Cuts: A Poem I have a scarThat slices throughMy most meaningful smilesAnd tucked betweenMy teeth are the namesOf those who told me to neverStop grinning.Like a twinI thought of you asThe second blemish,Marking permanence.I'd rather have paper cuts. Gone and over nowI'm thrilled to shake you off,Comfortably curling fingers into my palm,And slipping them … Continue reading Paper Cuts: A Poem | Day 17 of National Poetry Writing Month

Lenses: A Poem | Day 15 of National Poetry Writing Month

Lenses: A Poem You knew how to pullProudness right outOf my mouth.Tendencies to over think,I gazed deep into the realmsThat blinked in my mindAnd rewarded you withThe inverse of truths. Imagination falteringBetween clear and foggy,I brushed the lenses cleanAs snapshots of bright daysCollaged the surfaces ofMy mind.You knew how to pullProudness right outOf my mouth.

Insects: A Poem | Day 12 of National Poetry Writing Month

Insects: A Poem I want toCatch your wordsLike insects in summer,Stuffing accented pronunciation Deep into my earsSo I'll always rememberThe consonantsAnd vowels you made soundLike poetry.I want toCatch your wordsLike insects in summer,Constructing pictures fromConversationsSo my eyes can seeEach pretty sound you vocalizedAnd each time eyelids kiss,It becomes a gallery.I want toCatch your wordsLike insects … Continue reading Insects: A Poem | Day 12 of National Poetry Writing Month