Apr '14
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Today is the first day of poem-a-day month, April 2014. The associated website is over here at NaPoWriMo 2014.
I will be writing and posting a new poem here each day, so make sure to check back here daily for a new poetic offering.
As always, I include the disclaimer that all poems posted during this month will be raw first drafts!
This morning I saw on Facebook that someone had 'liked' this page: TWLOHA. I followed the link and discovered 'To write love on her arms', a beautiful (US-based) movement and support group that helps those who self-harm, who have attempted suicide or who have suicidal thoughts.
This poem for day one was the (probably inevitable) result, with the first line being the name of the movement.
TWLOHA
To write love on her arms
she charms her blades across
her papyrus skin, she's in
the state to inscribe
poetry
her
broken
soul
wishes
to bleed dark kisses to a
darker master
anticipating her artistic
immolation to him,
enticing her with mystery
and her history
of lonely loathing
of waiting alone for icy cold
to take hold and permeate,
permanent
and yet she grasps a vision of living that may last,
that tenders her strength
to bypass despair, that measures out hope
dares her to care enough about herself
to cope, to believe that she is worthy
and she decides it's worth the pain
of saying no to the knife
so that she can say
yes
yes
yes
to her beautiful life
I will be writing and posting a new poem here each day, so make sure to check back here daily for a new poetic offering.
As always, I include the disclaimer that all poems posted during this month will be raw first drafts!
This morning I saw on Facebook that someone had 'liked' this page: TWLOHA. I followed the link and discovered 'To write love on her arms', a beautiful (US-based) movement and support group that helps those who self-harm, who have attempted suicide or who have suicidal thoughts.
This poem for day one was the (probably inevitable) result, with the first line being the name of the movement.
TWLOHA
To write love on her arms
she charms her blades across
her papyrus skin, she's in
the state to inscribe
poetry
her
broken
soul
wishes
to bleed dark kisses to a
darker master
anticipating her artistic
immolation to him,
enticing her with mystery
and her history
of lonely loathing
of waiting alone for icy cold
to take hold and permeate,
permanent
and yet she grasps a vision of living that may last,
that tenders her strength
to bypass despair, that measures out hope
dares her to care enough about herself
to cope, to believe that she is worthy
and she decides it's worth the pain
of saying no to the knife
so that she can say
yes
yes
yes
to her beautiful life
Bleedin' 'ell (no pun intended), that is so powerful. Great start (though I know you've been doing it since Jan 1st, so you're well and truly warmed up). Great insight into a troubled person's mind. Look forward to the next 29.
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