our mass






the tumble of gases,
we name

stars of our night sky


beside me

and enter

the languid pulse and press
between broken breath



necessary inside me

until movements mute

our bed, this earth

spent bodies of life

the weight of you–here

© Grace Black

Poetry Month continues, and this is Day 24 of NaPoWriMo, I’m feeling the effects of daily poeming in my being, now. Parched and beginning to drift, I flee toward nature. I couldn’t stick to the prompt today, and the drought in my veins reminds me of a longing; one I cannot name. But this is my attempt at capturing it for the day. Hope you enjoy.

30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 30 in 30.

Love and Ink,


5 thoughts on “our mass

  1. Day 24, time to dig deep! I love the spareness of these lines, how I have time to savor. Lucent moons and tumble of gases, yes.

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