“I will never tell anyone about us,
You are my secret.
I will keep it like an oath babe.
We sit there listening to the cries of the world,
We sit there listening to the heart beat of ours.
A world outside a world within,
A world of us.
Our hands touch as it sounds of thunder behind,
And we blink back to reality.
I can’t be so harsh with you,
You deserve so much love.
You were wonderful
You were trying to love me
It hasn’t happened in such a long time now
I will not see you again
I am sick i need to heal
Goodbye my nemesis,
I am sorry for being too weak this time
to let you destroy me.
Maybe someday later”
~Navaparna
Day 11 of Na/GloPoWriMo 2023.
Prompt 11 source: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-eleven-11/
Here’s for our daily (optional) prompt. This prompt challenges you to play around with the idea of overheard language. First, take a look at Naomi Shihab Nye’s poem “One Boy Told Me.” It’s delightfully quirky, and reads as a list, more or less, of things that she’s heard the boy of the title – her son, perhaps? – say. Now, write a poem that takes as its starting point something overheard that made you laugh, or something someone told you once that struck you as funny. If you can’t think of anything, here’s a few one-liners I picked out of the ever-fascinating-slash-horrifying archives of Overheard in New York.
The lines used in the poem are taken from a conversation with a once-upon-a-time’s my favorite person. The entire poem is quoted because I want to make it pretty clear that I have not written this poem. The lines are various messages/texts from a different person, not a single sentence is written by me, No. I’ve curated, filtered it from my chats from this particular person and the messages are just copy pasted here- literally formed a poem itself! Surprising isn’t? This person must have some kind of literary genes, maybe.. But he is super good at writing terrific one-liners. Oh it breaks my heart to say he is no longer with me but we had a past, with all the lovely memories that we cherish now. His texts fascinates me, and I don’t know why he texts like he is writing poetry but I melt down whenever he texts me this way. Hence, I really wanted to show you people how this person and his words affected me in a number of ways, ‘inspiring’ to be precise, and yes I treat him like a poem and he is my subject for today’s prompt. ‘Romantic at heart’ you can say after reading this text-curated-poem-from-a-conversation, but then we couldn’t continue our relation due to some personal reasons and that’s something I had to face long way back when he bid goodbye and even his goodbye sounds so poetic that I couldn’t resist crying like a baby for hours! The last phrase broke me into pieces. How can you be so good while breaking up??? So gentle, so kind, breathtaking yet so heart-breaking. And this poem is the evidence of everything that happened, that was said between us until now, a souvenir.
The passionate learner 