NaPoWriMo Day 8: Poems in which mysterious and magical things occur

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Between my ears, a graveyard where his ghost still roams,

His face clear, voice muffled, shadows of our home,
This mausoleum, once a happy place,

Now memory of time, before space,

Sometimes I think he will return but he has abandoned me,

What am I? Princess? Pea?

Why do I survey the clock as if death’s metronome?

There are no hints revealed, just silence and stone,

Phantom love and trust exist no more,

I tried to be like Jesus but surely even he must have kept score,

No one has the capacity to love without conditions,

Some say they’ve solved that mystery but it sounds like superstitions,

Dirt loves dirt because dirt loved dirt first,

Are you the best? Am I the worst?

The coin spins and you see the side you sit on,

Bleakest hopeless before the dawn,

Slam it sticky down on cherry oak, outside from within

The coin still exists,

Now I sing dirges to lull my soul to peace,

Rest peacefully my beloved, go you now from me.


Just beyond us, cerulean sparkle sunbeams en-wrap lime lush leaves

Violet glitter glints of wings

In this garden, the tree of life has roots to crystal streams,

Angels hover, all are lovers, in this sweet daydream,

There is all manner of hope, all manner of prayer,

Think of it and be there,

The scent of rose, peony and lavender soft on the breeze,

Chocolate alibi, sparkling stars and willow trees,

You are everything in between,

All that was and all that will be,

I sail on currents of wind,

Trusting that you will always be my friend,

Dancing into the next phase,

Sustained by hope of another day


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