NaPM April 17 2014

[ellajam]

My judgement was piss-poor again,
I thought we had a common goal
both working towards a future when
in fact you played your finest role.
Contentment was unknown to you,
your preference was to stay numb
from pain, so bliss was stifled too...
I wonder why I was so dumb,
my faith in you was my mistake.
Still moments shine, sleek midnight sails,
our laughter sang across the lake
and saw us through life's dark travails.
It's done, expel regret and guilt
as joy revives the nest we built.

(iF the goal here is to see how many bad poems you can write in 30 days, I think I'm a winner.)

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Murder

The suspect
had been spotted
around the neighborhood
coming for others in the past,
but it was our season now.
Nights were busy
dilating, growing icicles
as perfect murder weapons.

Death came to our home
on stilts and peered
through our frosted bedroom
window and saw: that kisses
leave tiny bruises which amass
until the kissing stops;
that we went to bed
in mute silence, slept dreamless;
that we were not conscious
of how to love without killing
ourselves in the process. Death offered
autonomy, a nascent leaf,
an algal bloom
of possibilities.

Foul play
was eventually uncovered
in late morning when authorities
dragged the pond
behind the house and discovered
the missing bodies

of our hollow wedding vows.

You've turned something so common into something so interesting. Well done.