Hug-less Jumbled Unspoken (NaPoWriMo 2017-Day 16)

“…our prompt (optional, as always). Today I challenge you to take your inspiration, like our featured interviewee did in the chapbook she co-authored with Ross Gay, from the act of letter-writing. Your poem can be in the form of a letter to a person, place, or thing, or in the form of a back-and-forth correspondence.”


Time to time, different seasons, moods…

I’ve thought of writing to you.

Finally I’m here—tears on heart, face,

Drenching bent-folded-spindled being.

How I regret there was no last

Opportunity for us to make connection—

Something genuine, meaningful, affirming words;

To “say” love, and apologize, forgive

Blurred-myriad disappointments, hurt, neglect…

Whatever prevented you loving me.

A child, trapped in earliest years’ endless dark

More scary than crying out, “mommy, I’m scared”

I kept hope-hope-hoping through decades

That one day you’d look on me, adoring eyes…

Not despise me as though I were stranger’s whelp

Foisted upon you, unwanted winter snows.

I yearned for Hallmark-movie moment

When everything changes, is healed, mended new.

Can’t remember if I loved you

All I recall is fear—everyday afraid,

Waiting for lioness to pounce, puncture,

Wound by shaking me in your teeth.

I barely breathed, tried to prepare,

But your attacks ever blindsided.

I wished you dead, but by the time death came

It no longer mattered, you’d already died inside me.

I needed more than you had, could give—

Craved nurture, and that you’d talk with me;

You held yourself private, gate locked, walls barricaded—

I wanted to know you, learn from you, yet dared not ask.

Your shaming, humiliating, tutored me

To agree with your appraisal, disdain myself;

I perversely chose others, men who reveled

In abuse, treated me with contempt…same as you.


I own single memory of us

Enjoying each other’s company,

Mental keepsake snapshot:

One summer vacation we took the family’s wash

To coin-op laundromat…folded clothes, load after load,

Munched snacks from machines, smiling…

Only day in my life you removed slave-chains, shared

Chores with me…it was Better than Christmas.


Since you were unable to—I wish I’d had strength,

Courage to schedule ‘last opportunity’ for us.

My friends’ mothers pass… in my efforts to be

Supportive I must imagine such loss and grief—

Because I’m still little girl who ran to

Flimsy faceless paper-cut-out invented mother,

(Hollywood actress’s name);

Girl who sobbed herself to sleep each night,

Failed to do anything that would woo maternal love;

Went crazy (which annoyed, disgusted you)

While you allied yourself with my younger siblings.


Oh, that I had steeled myself, come to you

One last time… I’d trade

Favorite possessions for a day, hour returned…

Chances shredded, dry autumn leaves…

Devil on the wind, laughing-hyena’s ridicule.


Hug-less, jumbled-unspoken

 Too horrible, contemplation…

We never even said “goodbye”.

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This Day Not Timely

Oh, that April whom I adore, would speed as gazelle and spare me ghazal!  We’re only halfway through NaPoWriMo, and I’m beat (not as in Kerouac), longing for nice short form, rhyme-less assignments.  Yes, I realize this month’s poetry challenges are optional–but I strive to be a trooper, make best effort 🙂

My ghazal will also incorporate today’s WordPress Daily Post Prompt, “Timely”…for better or worse. 

Do read our host’s italicized prompt information, as it may help my poem make some meager sense…maybe.

“…our (optional) prompt. Today’s is an oldie-but-a-goody: the ghazal. The form was originally developed in Arabic and Persian poetry, but has become increasingly used in English, after being popularized by poets including Agha Shahid Ali. A ghazal is formed of couplets, each of which is its own complete statement. Both lined of the first couplet end with the same phrae or end-word, and that end-word is also repeated at the end of each couplet. If you’re really feeling inspired, you can also attempt to incorporate internal rhymes and a reference to your own name in the final couplet. Here are a few examples – Evie Shockley’s “where you are planted,” Ali’s “Tonight,” and Patricia Smith’s “Hip Hop Ghazal.”


January late, in Criminating River—this day deceived, not timely;
There, Reaper Death you met—for me, this day deceived, not timely.

Years ago in youth, I traveled to your door, brought dreams—
You refused far-off love’s visit, this day perceived not timely.

On waft of devastated grief, at loss to begin next journey, I
Left your city unfamiliar, hope-bereft—this day un-conceived, not timely.

There is not rhyme, nor choice that poet’s hungry heart does make;
Seagull scavenger on beach, no sustenance this day received—not timely.

Many winters gone, and RL’s thoughts swim true to you…glad,
In Criminating River I’d drown, but of life this day relieved?  Not timely.

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