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.
Poem #17 appears to be yet ANOTHER Internet-referencing contest rejection poem. The more I sort through my work (and there has been a lot of that today) the more poems appear to emerge where I am experimenting with the concept. There’s a whole collection of these too, which I’m waiting to have rejected very soon … 😛
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Marooned Island’s life, speech pointless, regards contemptuously each porcelain warrior, white; mass unfollowers, stand alone. Read blown beats, mass murmuration; heights attained, branch lined ignorance peels, as church bell chimes, beware those rocks ran, lest truth might run aground. Hubris, unbound, mirrors shouty fools, cavemen tools traded, playground’s swimming pool; leaks, ignored. We told you, fingers jammed in ears, repent or face, marooned: fire’s answer, single digit raised: flock, you.