An ode to National Poetry Month

Throughout this self-isolation, I've been doing nothing but tapping away on my keyboard and scrawling ideas and words out on my piles of A4 and A5 notebooks. And it's not just homework, finals, project planning, and journaling - but writing poetry.

April is National Poetry Month, and I wish I'd share some of the work that I've been writing up this past month, but I will be (hopefully) soon self-publish my collection. I have yet to spill the beans because my manuscript and the whole concept of my first book is still in development. Although, I've shared some of my favorites already on my Instagram which you could check out. :)

And, since I haven't posted any poetry in a while on my blog, here is also another favorite that's inspired by how I've been feeling in this quarantine-phase.

at eight in the morning

i sit outside with a cup of coffee

staring at the hanging daffodils

as they sway in the spring breeze

from the darkness of my kitchen

by myself at the table under the chandelier

at eight in the morning. 

i stir my cup, watching the froth 

gather in the centre as my spoon creates 

a whirlpool, stirring my cup. 

i think about my day ahead, staring

at the spinning froth, wondering

when i’ll get that assignment done;

wondering where i’ll roam to next

in this empty house, which room to go to,

which wall or ceiling to stare at. 

at noon, the beginning of peak sunlight,

i bury myself in my pillows, wondering 

when the day will become night. browsing

through the meaningless selections on netflix

looking for which book to read, what to write.

thinking about that assignment and when i’ll

get it done, especially on a day where I feel

lost and lonely under the peak of daylight. 

at six in the evening,

i awoke from a nap, looking at the time

and thinking about what to eat next.

i don’t have money for food and only

an unfinished pack of chips under my bed.

And frozen pizza in the freezer 

with red sangria from 1988. 

it’s almost midnight

the streets are usually sound and people are asleep

but the fluorescent light of my lamp

is keeping me up and i won’t sleep

the days just feels like it’s dragging

and i don’t feel like me

i want this night to end

i don’t want to feel lonely.

- n.i

What have you been writing for National Poetry Month? :)

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*We are also still looking for people to submit their work to The Wallflower Collective as well as people to join our team! If you're interested, please go here for more info :)