This I regret

I guess it's too late to live on a boat,
to discuss the advantages,
or think of the possibilities.

Had we left when it was first an idea,
when we started to understand maps,
when there was a North.

Had we left behind our fears,
been taught detachment,
learned the seas from pirates

in our childhood books.

(Written for napowrimo.net early-bird prompt)

NaPoWriMo - 2015

It's almost April again and this is my public commitment to 30/30.

I'll be selecting favorite prompts of the day to write from the following websites offering prompts throughout the month of April, which means I'll be writing more than a poem a day!

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Writer's Digest PAD Challenge
Napowrimo.net
A to Z challenge
30 Day Poetry Challenge
The dirty thirty
Writers Victoria
Apparatus Magazine
Cuyahoga County Public Library

"Let the wild rumpus start!"

Won't haves

I want the world to be whole again.
I want things to be found on their
original places, glued to the ground
thanks to gravity, floating bodies
to be left for the outer space.

I want to raise a child to made-up
music and stories, to cloud watching
and sugar apple because life can turn
bitter, sweet memories aren't that
widespread these days.

I want January back, your invisible
hand on my chest, your laughter,
your heart, some rain. I want to
carry you home, and ease all of your
pain. I want to ease all the pain.

Resignation

For years to come I would wish
I could have done something
other than sit and watch
everything precious to me die.
Then again I am reminded
this is how all living things end.

A cartography of the blank and oblivious states

The man I love will

most certainly one day

fit in his doodles with my tattoos

write promises on my thighs

and poems on my back 

and songs on my belly.

He will recite the poems

and shout the promises

and sing the songs 

when I start to forget 

this is how he will be able

to bring me back

this is how he will be able
to bring me back.