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Dear Earth Napowrimo Day 22 and Happy Earth Day

Dear Earth,

For as long as I can remember,
you have been my greatest teacher,
of patience,
of resilience,
and of strength.
My heart’s storm and solace
You scatter my prayers,
in the wind
and share it
with the cosmos.
Dear Earth,
I love you.

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Earth Day Everyone!

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In love with the open skies – Napowrimo Day 12

Let your bare feet
touch the silent waves
that caresses the sand beneath you
Let your heart fall madly, deeply,
in love with the open skies,
let your mind be free of worries,
let it gently fly,
with the wind
kissing your face,
with love. 

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2019


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Fix You – Napowrimo Day 11

I will wait for you
On the other side
Until you no longer want to hide 
From this ache that burns your insides
In flames 

I will offer you 
my hand to hold
So you don’t feel so cold
After you feel you have sold
Your heart away

I will wait for you 
until you open the door
Like I have many times before
To hug you close and say…
Even if you think the world moved on
And you feel you will never see the sun
You will be okay, perhaps not today,
Maybe not tomorrow but someday…
And until then, I will be right here 
To help you, fix you.

 

poetry nad image copyright neha 2019

 

 

 

Napowrimo Day 11


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What’s the time – Napwrimo Day 10

What’s the time?

Is it time for the sun to come up

and kiss the earth

and watch her blush

spread across the sky…

Is it time for my love to come home

and hold me close

and feel me sigh,

in his arms…

What’s the time? 

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posting a day late but here is my poem for Day 10, day 11 will follow!


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That night – Napowrimo Day 9

That night
Your words were more honest
Than they had been in a long while
Not laced with the lies 
Your tongue had become accustomed to…
Caged Inhibitions of your heart erupted
Like mount Vesuvius
Drowning me
In the hot lava that poured out of your lips
Words you withheld with years of constraints
Words that I had always known in my heart
More pure than any drop of “ganga jal” or any holy water…
But then they said, ” it was just the whiskey talking.”

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inspired by a poetry prompt for #Napowrimo Day 9