Stats - Day 19

poems written = 31

poems written per day = 1.6316
poems remaining = 19

required poems per day = 1.7273

50PoWriMo - XXXI

untitled (for my wife)



you are sleeping in my arms
as peaceful as a closed flower
the warmth of your breath
diffusing across my chest
like an ebbing tide
dancing away from the sure
i try to match
the rhythm of your lungs
out of phase to minimise
your rise and fall
the warmth of your closeness
a comfort i cling to

it is in moments like these
when i need you least
i treasure you most

50PoWriMo - XXX

i might get that ...




once there was a girl
with a tattoo on her left cheek
that read
"something this true can never be vain"
her face thus adorned
she made her way through society
leaving in her wake
a trail of doubt and confusion
to what did her bold statement refer?
was it a statement of fact
     or a philosophy?
was there a level of irony
     or was there a flaw in the logic?
was there an absolute truth?
could there be a comparative truth?
for that matter
     was there an absolute vanity?
was it some sort of in-joke?
were they no longer cool enough to understand?
was it real?
     did it hurt?
          would she live to regret it?
but noone ever asked her
they just stared and wondered
because the sort of girl
who has a tattoo on her face
might be too scary to talk to