I’ve been away for a bit, and as life returns to normal I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.
Poem #3 is a concrete poem, which are faddy and don’t normally fit into serious journals. I reckon you have to be the equivalent of Football League Championship Famous and above to get away with them, and as a Conference League poet, I have no such worries. I’m just here to play my game to the crowd that turns up, and do the best I can. This is a poem about friendship and red flags. It’s good to know them when you see them…
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Flag Day our lesson, learnt early, held often: friendship is a curse from other people, truths never inherit, transubstantiate, that apparent conscience – no sole requirement to apportion calm; take this moment, here displacing eloquent desire, let psyche inherit other people’s latent fear because their hex, no longer welcomed here heretics dispense bought wisdom, just as cause I juxtapose that enmity as the point red flagged post planted con founded what u see never alone just buried with a base lost in place solid stone.