NaPoWriMo #7

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For National Poetry Month, from the folks at readwritepoem, daily prompts are found here.

Stones
Playing in the yard or in the house

She never heard them call her name

As if the strung together sounds

Called to some other child

A ghost girl more able, more loved

The names, the ones she found

On the beach or in the wood

She would pick up, carry home and

Hide in a box under the bed

To bring out at night in the dark

And pass from hand to hand like stones

A flat one the color of storm clouds

A round one the rust red of dried blood

They grew warm in her hands

When the time came to pack her things

And say goodbye she walked out the door

Did not hear them call to her

In the street she flung the names

Into the air like flowers

One settled into her hands

She kept it, savored it

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6 Comments

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6 responses to “NaPoWriMo #7

  1. I enjoyed reading this – quite captivating…
    Come meet Ziggy

  2. I love the image of the little girl saving names! Great poem!

  3. You are working so hard lately, Gavin, that I have given you an award. Come on over!

  4. Vasilly

    I love it! My favorite lines are “As if the strung together sounds/ Called to some other child”. Lovely.

  5. Wayne – Thank you.

    Rob – Thanks, I really like Ziggy.

    Linda – Thank you for your kind words.

    Sandy – Aw, gee…thanks!

    Vasilly – Thanks, this NaPoWriMo thing is getting me back into writing. It’s a very good thing.

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