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.

For #Day13, I submitted five poems to Dreich, of which four made the cut and have subsequently been published this week. Here’s the one that didn’t, which has now been edited, and as a stand alone is considerably more awesome as a result

Thank you for taking the time to read, and please comment if you like this 😀

The Lost Fifth

That day I stopped
subscribing to a cult,
the penny dropped:
this is much more
performative, all well
and good until their point
is lost in need to feel
a part of something they will
never be about.

Then, the secret's out:
this is a better well
so good until the point
again is lost, then 
rearranged as exercise;
that day I stopped
assuming everything must fit
the literary identikit
as fix, never quite dropped.

This is much more
rearranged as exercise
fresh part of something

finally, a wish.

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