NaPoWriMo 2014 – No 16 – The Tangled Web

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Of course I still love you,
To the moon and back.
I accept all your flaws -
There’s nothing that you lack
~
It’s not you it’s me -
We’ve simply grown apart.
I need to be alone,
Want to make a new start
~
No, no there is no other!
That girl? She was my mother!

Based on a given prompt to write a 10 line poem where each line was a lie.

Art – Kristin Calabrese, Oh What a Tangled Web We Weave, 2003, 90 x 108 inches, Oil on canvas
Gagosian Gallery, Los Angeles

NaPoWriMo 2014 – No 13 – Beach

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The wet sand beneath my toes
is cold and mouldable
I pick some up in my hand
and imagine the rock
it once was.

Along the beach I find pebbles
of every size and shape
populating the beach
like people in a city
crowded together.

Are the big pebbles envious of
the smaller ones?
Do they dream?
What do they think of
as they sunbathe?

I use a small one to write
on a larger pebble
a message of hope
and of change
and of love

I write my name in the sand
and draw a sand flower
The waves roll in,
caress it and then
erase it forever.