I jump into a handstand, flipping my world onto its head. the tree dangles from the earth like my feet in the air. my hands seize the grass as I attempt to hold on. so I reunite with the ground, and my hands release their burdens.
Escapril Day 29! Prompt: inversion. This was an interesting prompt! I would love to see how you all interpret this poem and prompt. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend.
fragile umbrellas are strewn across the cluttered forest floor, nourishing strong connections from all over the world. their gills are loaded weapons that fire spores into the air at the speed of light. if we blink, we miss it - and the umbrellas multiply.
Escapril Day 23! Prompt: blink and you'll miss it. I've been thinking about nature a lot lately, especially fungi, which are so interesting. Fun fact: fungi are more closely related to animals than plants! I never knew that, and that fact blew my mind. Anyway, this poem was inspired by fungi. I hope you enjoy it 😊
when the ocean resides in the cavity of my chest / and the world freezes over / icicles bare their teeth as their menacing shadows creep closer to my sternum / and I choke on frigid air. he carefully wraps my heart in a blanket / then collects sun rays between his lips / bestowing them onto my heart with warm kisses. the icicles melt away / and I bask in the sun.
Escapril Day 22! Prompt: intimacy. This poem is inspired by my current relationship. In all honesty, I could write a book about our love. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, and I encourage you to celebrate the love you have in your life (no matter what form it's in).
their fingers twist around strings that are tethered to firm balloons. whenever we see them, they fly above everyone else, their taunts trailing behind them. but when their balloons deflate, they crash into the rocky earth, and their taunts are buried. air always escapes.
Escapril Day 19! Prompt: vanity. To be honest, this prompt stumped me for a while, and this is what I came up with. Thank you all for reading :)
the church used my burning soul to light the candles for every service / my innocence floated away with the smoke from the censer / the past and present clashed like cymbals / and it hurt my ears. time ran down the slippery ***** of the hourglass / my vocal cords struggled to come together / oxygen left the air / and my flame was nearly extinguished. so no / I will not give a cent / because I was the donation shared amongst everyone else / even as I burned. no more.
Escapril Day 16! Prompt: fire. I overheard people talking about making donations to the church, and it inspired me to write this poem. These are my feelings based on my personal experiences. I hope you are all doing well!
The grey storms smite I was lost, I was dead Clear the air God answer my prays Teach me how to swim without fear But the answer I got was clear • As the grey clouds collide With the orange vanishing sun The golden brown shifts my wish These last few violet skies Guide my mind In the night Here’s my insight These cold winds blow These cold words strike So here’s my outlook I am the clear air I am smiting delirious