Calendar Poetry
In the realm of romanticising your life, I have been sweetly embittered ( way to write such a pompous introduction to prevent any AI attack lol.). I do not welcome the month, I do not welcome the new year, I barely welcome the weekend as these days, all days seem to mesh in a long tiring corridor. As my genuine lack of consistency can testify to, I have written the introductory poem for each month of the year in the hope to re-invite this romance into my life. Soon, I’ll try to get in touch with the moon, so she can let me know about moon cycles I should follow and perhaps if I am lucky, I’ll be able to color coordinate my hair with my shoes like the most glamorous women do. and I know … September and October are missing.
February
February came like a light touch on a plum.
Perhaps bullets of wind,
will shoot through my skin.
February came after a long corridor.
Horrid days ahead
or a beautiful encore.
March
Came like an announced fanfare
With masks smiling and screaming at each other
In silence ; There’s beauty in the bizarre
And hope in the sky pushing away cotton walls
And spring waiting above undiscovered
April
Cruelly, I’m truly yours
Planting seeds of a thousand curses
You picked me up amongst flowers and ran me dry
You loved me like an idiot
loves to love and loves to smile.
May
Petals of hibiscus laying on the ground
a corridor before another one , ready for us to
Walk and jump on a knitted vermillion
trapping our feet For 5th month of the year,
standing blindfolded
As love is all we stand,
needing support
As love is all we need
a rhythmic path to self discovery.
June
Glorious gaze tracing our skin
Noise and sounds grazing our ears
Giving Hugs and laughing tears
Running on my glistening skin
July
Dissolved under the weight of morning dew
In a web of memories and years of crushes unsolved
Looking from above on my desolated days
The dry lips and the sunset down
November
Joyous as a water grave
predictable as a drunken wave
I’m drinking in your honor
As you dishonour my happiness
With your thunders and infinite skies
I love you like a lover that never was
I love you like a sting in my drunken heart.
December
My friend, maybe one day we will meet again
With your creamy coat and your dreamy smile
13 people will uncover the truth of what
Beneath us lies
Stars and secrets old as snow once was
The arrow in the sky pierce through Jupiter
And the love of the love of the love
Of our delusions of grandeur.
Oh how much I love thinking of you in December.