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You don’t even know my name

If I were a secret
people would look after me
try to hide me
whisper about me

If I were a secret
I would draw attention
I’d be cherished
I’d be held

If I were a secret
you’d want to know
everything about me
you’d keep me for yourself
you’d never let me go

But I’m not
I’m out in the open
you walk all over me
yet you never notice me
you don’t even know my name

You willingly share me
with everyone who happens to be
at the same place
at the same time

You move forward
without ever looking back
trusting there will always be
another
wherever you go

You don’t even know my name

From today’s prompt on #NaPoWriMo.net I picked up upon ‘compelling repetitive effects’. Or, at least on repetitive effects – if it’s compelling that’s up to you 🙂

I’m not sure how to introduce this poem, other than that I love it: https://thesilentcacophony.wordpress.com/2018/04/19/glopowrimo-19-30/. It feautures freckles and faucets, both in unexpected ways.

#That’s #NaPoWriMo day 19 done. Outside, in the morning sunshine. Have a good day everyone!

You don't even know my name

by Angela van Son


 

Things Facebook doesn’t know about me

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I love dogs
I do
I just don’t like them
often enough
for Facebook to notice

April Poetry Month is on again! Wether you consider it #NaPoWriMo or GloPoWriMo (NAtional or GLObal), the invitation is to write a poem every day. Using a prompt or not. Sharing the poem or not.Editing it, or not. It’s the best month of the year for poetic licence – just as #OctPoWriMo (OCTober poetry month, I know, two is confusing… but double as much fun!)

I always check the prompts at napowrimo.net. It’s also a great place to find the pages and poems of fellow participants.

Today’s prompt: It’s based off of Lauren Russell’s collaborative poetry exercise. Today, we challenge you to write a poem that is based on a secret shame, or a secret pleasure.