grimpée des chiffres tu peux
dire à personne que tu voudrais
qu’on respire ton squelette
entre tes cicatrices
que ton squelette
se tasse se fêle grince perce ta peau
qu’il fasse froid
si froid
qu’aucune canicule ne saurait plus t’atteindre

ça fait si longtemps
rien n’obéit
la volonté annihilée
t’engouffres le placard en jurant que bientôt
on ne t’y prendra plus
et je te ris au ventre

#GloPoWriMo #Poésie

Dans deux jours, c'est avril, et en avril y a un défi en poésie, c'est écrire un texte par jour pendant 30 jours. Y a une certaine commu de poètes ici donc peut-être y aura un peu de participation! C'est sous #NaPoWriMo ou #GloPoWriMO en général, pour National / Global Poetry Month (j'utilise plutôt le deuxième).

Y a un site en anglais avec des prompts pour quand on bloque: https://www.napowrimo.net/

Sinon y a toujours les thèmes du #writever pour s'inspirer, on peut faire poésie et SFFF aussi.

#poésie #écriture

#glopowrimo Last day. I've managed all but one day, so quite proud of that. Would like to keep going.

Day 30

Bittersweet

He's leaving and breathless
she spins face up in the current of the room.

Clothed in the synonyms for how she must feel,
she has lost the original.

Each night becomes a map, unfolding her,
creased with lines of longing.

Day 29 #glopowrimo

zibladone

I have not yet outgrown you
I write you punk love notes in the margins
scream and slash the paper

I place my hope in pomegranate seeds
but they are more bite than juice
and bleed on the page

Day 28 #glopowrimo

tell me every sorrow

tell me about the hole in your fleece
and your homework on birch trees.
Then laugh how the teacher stood in the woods
and just gazed up happily.

The same trees that are making me sneeze.
I taste too much garlic in the dinner you loved
and pick yet another ball of cat hair off the couch.
The cat moans that dinner is late again.

Day 27 #glopowrimo

A blessed day

the exhausted field and I stop
torn over by plough and the lack
that I always carry with me

still grateful for a milk-kissed morning
the mist cooried down
the wind is edible peat-infused
and the hill low-ridged enough to dip a toe

Day 26 #glopowrimo - I do wonder who people will relate to Billie these days (it’s Holliday for me)

in the unruly hour

in the arms of night

I am drowning in blues

that ache of wanting and wanting more

and that voice petal black

is the rain 

and Billie’s sadness

she knew

Day 26 #glopowrimo
grace is not required

my midlife crisis needs a midwife
as much as a birth
to find a way through the cravings
and softening skull
a hand to hold when facing
the feverish heights of hormones
and the slow fall to decay

aging is involuntary

Day 24 #glopowrimo

I stalk the heron

the bird is not an omen

starving for my questions

feeding on my promises

but a reflection

of what

of who is hidden

in the nettles and dried stalks

Day 23 #glopowrimo Missed yesterday as I was back to work, but inspired by a Finnish song today.

joesta järveen

from Tuonelan Koivut by Kotiteollisuus

I thought the song said love flowed

from the river to the lake

so finnish so enclosed 

far from the pull of the tide

just a collection of emotions hemmed in

but it was tears

mine have long dried

while my heart is welling up 

and over the river banks