Intent (30/30)
The final prompt for day thirty over at NaPoWriMo was to take a previously written poem and write it backwards, flipping the order of the lines from the last to the first. I’m using a poem I wrote back in January of 2014 entitled Meant To to accomplish this challenge...
I really meant to love her more,
but in reality,
I am genuinely sorry
for capturing our moments
unapologetically.
Her smile,
her aroma,
her flesh,
deciphered
intricacies
squandered
while obsessing
over written memories.
Beneath her breast,
a thumping quasar
accompanied
the universe
in her eyes
which
ink strokes
attempted to mirror.
Our dreams,
our uncertainties,
our happiness,
all immortalized effigies
lingering like
a sunset with no horizon;
every letter
a tragic beauty
delicately embraced.
She inspired me to write,
but more than her,
I foolishly loved words.
© 2015 abruvanamedsly
I really meant to love her more,
but in reality,
I am genuinely sorry
for capturing our moments
unapologetically.
Her smile,
her aroma,
her flesh,
deciphered
intricacies
squandered
while obsessing
over written memories.
Beneath her breast,
a thumping quasar
accompanied
the universe
in her eyes
which
ink strokes
attempted to mirror.
Our dreams,
our uncertainties,
our happiness,
all immortalized effigies
lingering like
a sunset with no horizon;
every letter
a tragic beauty
delicately embraced.
She inspired me to write,
but more than her,
I foolishly loved words.
© 2015 abruvanamedsly
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