Best of NaPo Week 3 Edition

Hey everyone, Medoriko here with the Best of NaPo Week 3! Again, this is just a collection of pieces that stood out to me as I perused through the Week 3 gallery during week 3 itself. Please do not feel that your pieces aren't good if they aren't here. It's just not feasible to list
everything Please give these people some love, and hey...why not check out the OTHER pieces in the NaPo gallery? I'm sure you'll find tons of nice reads

NaPoWriMo 2017: Week 3

a million jewels of sunlightplay it like you are dancing,
feet flying over
meadows
and dappled with shade,
maple branches
white pine
soft scents of soil,
waking.
golden skies,
sands:
walk in my footsteps and i'll leave
letters in yours matchlesssometimes people leave and you just
can't do anything about it.
they leave behind a chill in the air where
their body warmth used to be
and you can light fires and candles and
shine spotlights in place of them
but it will never feel the same.
i learned that the hard way.
he decided one morning that he was ready
to leave,
and i saw it in the shadows in his eyes and
i decided i wasn't ready to let him.
he brought kerosene in
water bottles and hid
matches in his jacket pocket and tried to burn the bridges
but i put them out with extinguishers and
painted over the burn marks so i could pretend
they weren't there.
he felt bad because he didn't want to hurt me and
i felt bad because i didn't want him to be hurting but
i didn't want to be hurting either even though i knew
one of us was going to get burned by the end of it
(there shouldn't have been any question of who
it would be, but
i was desperate and i didn't want him to leave)
so there was no communication.
he did all he could to bring i With YouYour heart either freezes or burns –
throws me into icy craters,
or drowns me in boiling pits –
there is no middle way with you;
temperance never suited your temperament,
and the tides of your moods
leave me quaking. pacific intentionsa body aside the water floats as if upended,
and this is not catastrophe, but bliss,
interruption just a prelude to the distinctness
of ourselves, the cold-stone perpetuity of our intentions
in the moment before their doing -
a cratered coalbed on the road to deceit,
softer than the path it would have been alone.

:thumb676189170: the graveyard cypress, act vigods                          
pick                        the
favor                        tree
-ites &                       blinks
wishes                         his
are kissed                      eyes &
into ears.                    cypress
 apollo                     seeds fall
spins hair                      out.  
out of                      the tree
needles,            

NaPoWriMo #19 A breeze whispers to me
the sky's secrets.
I promise to treasure them,
yet still rain showers down on me
as the sky laments
for this breezy betrayal:thumb676170241: City WormsWhen water washed over Minneapolis in sheets
I made sure not to step on the earth worms covering the sidewalk.
They were everywhere, at least ten per sidewalk square;
I had never known there was so much life in this city,
but here it was, crawling from the concrete to prostrate themselves
beneath my feet. 19: PemaquidThe granite is smooth,
but calloused
from the sea.
I can grip it
with my bare toes,
and I am rooted to the ocean floor
a thousand miles away.
The sentinel on the hill
has seen the water come up
to his feet,
and has held hands
with the fog.
He stands,
quietly waiting
to illuminate the night.

The lane was too wide (21/30)At this point
we didn´t care:
if she had taken a shine
to her lifetime sweetheart
we didn´t care:
the rare trees were so far away
and the silence of the midnight so liquid
we didn´t care,
the glass shone like a rave party
and yet I kept on walking
I kept on walking behind myself
and ahead of the me
who could´nt stop murmuring
song we would never hear again
we would never remember.
Somewhere Alejo kept on rattling
about Nietzche to a bar we didn´t know about
yet we laughed to the street dogs
about his diabetic poems to his girlfriend
-poor girl, we all knew the bastard
kept on sleeping with Dominique
because he fear her nuclear blood-
we had seen the clocks of Cartagena go liquid
and we laughed about laughing, even.
The night was a lazy audience
and then we knew
we would never, ever be teachers
we would always sit in the highest, farthest
corridors of theathers and life,
and never ask the naive questions
of tourists who pretended they were  worthy of academ:thumb675578505: New Classes [15/30]I'm moving up and moving on,
Signing up at break of dawn,
Choosing classes, all confused
(Scheduling is win or lose)
But it's like Christmas, I contend
Wond'ring what's around the bend
Joy lined with intrepid dread -
Anything could lie ahead
Who will I meet, where will I go?
Why does this webpage move so slow?!
Click the circle - watch it spin
Refresh the page... And now I'm in!:thumb675686734:


Thank you to everyone who are filling the gallery with such variety of poetry. It's super difficult to keep up with all the talent going about.  

Other updates before I'm out:

Week 4 Prompts will be up Sunday 
May 1st is the deadline for the showcase
Best of NaPo(an overall edition) will be out early May (instead of just Week 4). Kind of a "Medoriko's favorite things."
Challenge 3 is due Saturday, April 29th.

As we are nearing the end of NaPo, I will make sure to post a journal specifically to address how the acquisition of prizes, and all that, goes. So be on the lookout. It is VERY important for people to follow directions as it will only create confusion, and hassle, if you don't lol Anyway, we're almost to the end. Keep up the great work everyone!

-M-