2022 · NaPoWriMo

“Nuada Airgetlám”

High King
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“Nuada Airgetlám”

Is it preferable to possess one silver arm?

Or, more preferable to possess a silver tongue?

Sitting on a lonely throne,

Trusting not a single one.

Warring factions.

Lasting actions.

Consequences can’t be undone.

First in line, of a line.

A pound of flesh,

Paid to vice.

Settling peace upon the mound,

Dead stacked upon the ground.

A battle lost, an armless army arming itself.

The skill of gods to hit refill.

As the light of dawn illuminates the souls and boddy bods.

Planting crops to grow.

Using the seeds of dead soldiers.

 

 

 

 

2022 · NaPoWriMo

“Lámfada”

“Longhand Mist” ©️C.P. Hickey

“Lámfada”

It’s the longhand reach

That exceeds the grasp

Such things can only be calculated deliberately

Trying as one might

The might of effort

Required

Not matched

But, they sure do appreciate a good try.

Whatever the outcome might be.

2022 · NaPoWriMo

“Father Dagda”

“Turnkey” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2022

“Father Dagda”

Father Dagda

Who could blame ya?

As violence begets pain.

Pirate’s plunder

Torn asunder

Your family’s gravy train.

No way of showing,

All are growing.

Soon you’ll be alone.

Father Dagda

Must keep rowing,

Despite a tide so low.

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“I Know You Are, But What Am I?”

“Featured” ©️C.P. Hickey 2019

“I Know You Are, But What Am I?”

“Hey! You’re a poet. Write something poetic for me.”

“It doesn’t work like that.”

“I guess you aren’t a poet then.”

“I guess not.”

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“Burning #2”

“Burning #2”

How challenged are we?

Or, rather how challenged am I?

Failing to admit my desire,

and tying stakes to a one way ideal.

In order to gain your attention,

I need to acknowledge the truth of my heart:

Which is simply that I’m unable to be truthful, for fear of rejection.

I’m unable to find a way out.

What words I use,

Betray an ambiguity that is furthest from my heart.

What I mean to say; is that I want you to feel the same way about me that I feel about you.

I want you to consume that which consumes me.

I see in you the reflection,

A niggling need, a craved curiosity.

Prurient in nature.

Pins and needles.

I dream a thousand fantasies,

And sustain them moment to moment.

I thirst for your unbrushed kiss, and seek you out to give you mine.

I can drop you to your knees.

Where we can taste the life.

Our desperate hands, motivated by the excitement of revelation.

If I can just get to that truth,

And make that truth between us more apparent.

I want an equal partner in crime.

Revealing our vulnerable portions,

body and soul.

The tears are salty,

And mix with delight,

Lost, moments of exquisite pleasure.

Our secret.

Eyes locked,

Fingers and palms entwined.

Slow at first,

Gradual.

Smooth.

Pliable yielding,

And enveloped in an impending realization of getting lost.

That true power comes with letting go of yourself to another and being powerless.

Urging urgency on.

Mouthy breaths and more repetition.

More, more.

A new connectedness,

And energy.

Fallen into your event horizon.

No, pulled.

Gravity inescapable.

An encouragement that we jumped willingly,

And wanted the same thing from the outset.

Staunch plunge.

No escaping the funnel vortex.

Happy sweet bittersweet sadness.

Infinite want.

Proceeding onward.

Down.

Heartbeats.

Can’t go back.

Arrived in height and satiety.

I feel you, and hold you.

Deep within,

We touch places unseen.

Until the world melts away.

I find resurrection.

Renewed.

Ready to dwell.

Our new pleasure,

Shared.

And I burn for it.

I burn for the continuation of knowing that we exchange and will chance that passion again.

I burn for it.

We burn for it.

Every single minute.