Sail

Sometimes I start to talk and trip

over my words and return for another attempt

but they slip away and I just laugh

it’s nothing important anyway

next time I’ll find them, the words

I’ll say what I mean and mean exactly what I say

and they’ll hear me and understand

no, the same thing happens again

I start to tell them what’s on my mind

but I lose a word and stumble

my heart stammers and I panic

picking up any words I can to fill the silence

never finding the ones I meant to say

if I could just step aboard a tiny sailboat

surrender to the tide and the winds

wander over the oceans in purposeful quiet

the water has no need for conversation

the waves hold no judgement of lost words

this is where I take my mind

when words fail me and fall about the ground

far beyond the land where there is peace

where the waves crash like cats purring

giving me the strength to turn back

for the land might be treacherous

and the people there unforgiving

but it is home, far from this sail boat

and one day the words will find me there.

 


Daily Prompt from The Daily Post: Sail

 

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Imaginary Boyfriend

If I had an imaginary boyfriend

life would be less complicated for sure

we’d walk along the beach together

take wild vacations all over the world

he would laugh at my jokes every time

and sing me to sleep on a winter’s night

he wouldn’t notice my morning breath

or think my feet are gross

he would be perfect and lovely

and –

nine years ago I killed him

nine years ago today

I cut off his head with a yes to a boy

who wasn’t quite so imaginary

today life can be complicated

but it’s ours, his and mine, just us two

with our cats and our laughter and our tears

walks to the shops through littered streets

through the same old city that we love

he thinks my jokes are terrible

and his singing drives me to distraction

our morning breath is terrible

and my feet aren’t all that great

he’s an odd ball a lovely odd ball

then again so am I

I’m glad I killed my imaginary boyfriend

because now I have someone real and he’s mine.

 


I’m really really tired so it’s probably not a good time to write a poem, but here we have a potentially creepy poem about me killing an imaginary person and having smelly breath. This is one to be regretted when I am reunited with sleep.

Daily prompt from The Daily Post: Imaginary

 

My Brother

My brother, how I love him

to the moon, and all the clichés

I wasn’t the best at sharing

but we played the greatest games,

witches and wizards, castles galore

the quests we set for each other

with mum as the ogre, unaware

tiny hands reached into the cupboards,

before tiptoeing back up the stairs

our chocolate box was full to the brim

never a day would go by without my best friend

the warrior, my brother, that’s him,

play fighting, quietly eating our prize

time did not stop for our kingdom our pride

the princess and her jester grew up

and the witch had to put her imagination aside,

and so the boy played on, for a while without her

then life tripped us up without warning

we grasped on for our minds through their pain

as our new lives arose, a new kingdom was dawning,

angry faces and crying eyes overcame

for the boy and the girl, there was no more playing

though they fought, valiant and brave

there was no doubt our minds were paying,

without my brother as my guide

I stumbled and lost my way for a while

through my shattered kingdom I fell

the strength of the girl we once knew was revived,

she picked me up and turned me around

the boy, my brother will always be my best friend

and although our games are now at rest

we talk and we laugh, our world has no end,

you pick me up with your words like magic

no matter where we are or what we do

how you know just what to say, it must be our hearts

and for that, my brother, I love you.

 


Daily prompt from The Daily Post: Buff 

So, you might be asking, what on earth has ‘buff’ got to do with this girl’s brother? Well… see for yourself.

Just Another Love Story

 

Girl meets girl, meets boy meets everyone,

boy meets boy, meets you meets me.

Who we are doesn’t matter to anyone but everyone,

closed eyes dark souls, they can’t see.

 

Girl meets you, meets me meets anyone,

kiss my cheek, they grasp for my hand.

They look backwards, away from anyone,

lonely you lonely we, walk the beaches toes in sand.

 

Boy meets girl, meets anyone meets everyone,

my heart touches yours, we radiate above.

They find us, confusion, anger, then acceptance,

our happiness transcends their fears, they see our love is love.

 


Yeah I’m not a huge fan of this style, but it’s all about getting the cogs into motion and all of this daily prompt stuff is helping with the bigger writing picture I have outside of the blog. Maybe one day I’ll learn how to actually write poetry. Knowing me, probably not.

Daily prompt from The Daily Post: Radiate