Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write your own prose poem that is a story about the body. write a poem based on a word featured in a tweet from Haggard Hawks, an account devoted to obscure and interesting English words.
Daily, I trudged through the deep snow,
Tired, from the simplest of tasks,
Doing, whatever you asked,
Surviving, the greatest of blows.
I forgot what life looked like in the light.
Still, even in the dark,
I waited for life to bloom.
I weathered your cold heart,
even as it froze my own.
I thought, soon, soon,
life would rise with what I’d sown.
Comforted, by thoughts of spring,
of time working it’s magic on me,
I wanted, I waited expectedly.
with it’s failed expectations,
it’s lingering affectations.
I listen for a chirp in the distance,
as proof there is indeed life beyond this.