Within the promise land of calm and sound Pearls found harbor on coarse, finite-like sand Now whitened by the faces of the drowned ****** by the berserk billows as they stand
Willows frown upon the unjust waters Whose surface's frozen in a dreamlike blur Cradling ghostly hollows like coy daughters In tender whispers as always, they were
And the world bowed down its head in silence As Lilith raised the rose of thorns in hand "My children hearsed in tombs of violence; my children to be salvaged!" she demand
But nevermind the promised neverland —No one ripens from their so-called homeland
Day 8 of #NaPoWriMo 2020. Followed the site's prompt this time—borrowing a line from the Twitter bots. "Whitened by the faces of the drowned" is from @sylviaplathbot on Twitter, a line from her poem "Finisterre".
You were small - the town was big. Your small hands - the big building. Your small body - the familliar spaces. Your small step - the close distances. Time moves slow - stuck at a standstill. Nowhere to go - somewhere to be. The people you know - the whole community. Being welcomed - near complete isolation. Accepted - you stay. Rejected - get out before you're unable to.
Your victorous return - a negligible event. The people you knew - the people you've never seen. The person you've become - the people who never left. Big streets - shrunk. Short distances - longer than ever. Things you have seen - engraved with nostalgia. Things that were unseen - beautiful jewels. Time is unmoving- now you have space to thing Nowhere to go - nowhere to be.
I didn’t think I was gonna be able to do this. I saw when I woke up that it was still raining. I heard thunder during MITB last night. I wasn’t sure if my spot would be dry, but it is. I even brought my rain jacket just to be safe. I really like being at this spot each day, honestly. I’m keeping up with the routine, as I should be. I even started changing into PJs each night! I started that on day 3 or 4, but forgot to say it. I might be wide awake now, but I still forget. I think the forgetfulness is just a part of me. I accept that, and I fully accept myself, I like me. I also like this daily routine, and I’m very happy. I don’t have much more to report besides that. I’ll talk again tomorrow afternoon, bye!
I really like how this daily routine thing is going!