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.

#15: So many contests have been entered over the last five years. So many poems have left alone because I didn’t think it was good enough, as we never got placed. I am an idiot. Correction: I *was* an idiot. Today’s poem is a reminder to myself that not only is this enough, but it is a great deal more. Progress is not to be counted by other’s definition of success, but your belief in worth.

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


same without, now inside me; you are within black love to death 
all hurt absorbed, expiring light, excess repetition, blight
cut back, pared through, skin’s consequence long overdue, my
symphony’s behest


never within, lost outside her; he is without cold life to give
 no fear observed, decrying peace, ingress impossible, marks
pierced, cubed, strung true, first life though accidental, grows 
within, unchecked

this tesseract

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