Day-2
NaPoWriMo-2026
Prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own poem in which you recount a childhood memory. Try to incorporate a sense of how that experience indicated to you, even then, something about the person you’d grow up to be.
Balconies hide many secrets.
The voices from the past sync in their walls,
sometimes very sharp and sometimes in muted silences.
The dead cannot speak, but they have left so many
whispered secrets within that limited space.
Recalling them leads to echoes of heartbreak and heartache
He never could share his piece without fumbling shyly,
but she was a vixen, breaking his barriers with her sharp tongue.
The little eyes peeping behind the keyhole
would try to find answers to the sessions of wordy duels.
There were gesticulations and barrages of obscenities;
The tiny ears burned with unknown semantics.
Grown-ups can be very ignorant of the pain
they cause in the little innocent hearts.
Participating in: NaPoWriMo-2026
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