The air that we draw in.
The blood that runs through the veins.
The gravity that makes us fall.
The flowers that make things right.
The blue of crystal clear water.
The flames that turn us into ash.
The lingering smell of fresh pancakes.
The things that go bump in the night.
The frantic beating of an excited heart.
The lovely eggs of the mama birds.
The tranquil nighttime sky.
Well… this is similar to the one I wrote yesterday, but I felt I liked this version more. Although I do like that one too..
I have decided to participate in NaPoWriMo… better late than never, right? So here’s my contribution for today. I have a simple limerick to start it off with, although I did write a poem and post it on this blog for NaPoWriMo yesterday too..
I came up with this poem, reminiscing of today afternoon — another limerick, actually.
Like the steam from a cup of incredibly hot coffee,
Arose the vapor from the ground beneath me;
Its ruthless suffocation spread around,
Even as rain drummed onto the ground,
As I cycled Kumbakonam’s streets in a senseless spree.
And don’t you think the ‘steam’ part cannot be true. Today, I saw it with my own eyes… steam rising from the ground… evaporation while condensation. I was totally soaked wet in the rain, yet I felt so suffocated! And that felt a little weird… and a lot stuffy. Really, I didn’t enjoy today’s rain because of the stuffiness. Gah.