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
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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.