As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, 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.
#Day11 is here a bit late, mostly because I’ve spent the day running about, feeling close to human again. COVID is still making itself felt, but it is far less stressful than was previously the case… so here is a poem about love, and how sometimes it is best left at distance.
Thank you for taking the time to read, and please comment if you like this 😀
Best Not wholehearted, dense expression shifts with ease, I envy you within this sight, legs fail, chest cramps, forcing scrabble, inhaler’s crutch, all this, again, too much instead, interest remains imagined soul domain strength of character, frame exudes, soft words desire melts to opine intelligence sublime ageing body cannot feel will not translate to action, instead cognition shifts, reveals far better reason love only from distance, in principle, instead
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