I’ve been away for a bit, and having now experienced COVID, I can honestly attest I’d never, ever like to do that again. Hashtag Poetry was a great way of getting me into good habits when it comes to writing every day, and as I’m back here to start April strong, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the swing of things. Fortunately, Twitter has an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.
Poem #1 of 30 is an ekphrastic, I suppose. It’s my reaction to how other people look at art and make me feel small and uneducated. It’s also a reminder that we need to stop fucking about with Mother Nature as a matter of some urgency.
Thank you for taking the time to read, and please comment if you like this 😀
The Great /Wave off Kanagawa what you see, her water, life affirmed no real care for symbolism or belief let that be for others who, let’s be fair only came here to wave their intellect at you, the forward slash contemptible example of a mind half cut with grief perilously lacking in normality obvious lost soul inside their church . water, rising as a mountain, breath printed there to mirror, every claw predictable, anxiety dependent, expecting moment, confluence comes crashing down and it will, as a consequence within other people’s definitions, pressed so hard into paper, fear is permanent this was never meant as art at all . it is reproduced as a reminder, warning we are but the smallest part of her monumental hole.