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 #19 is a poem about poetry. It does get a bit meta from time to time.

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

I Read Poems

I am encouraged to read widely
interpret the marketplace
appreciate stylistic difference, yet
none of these poems move me
not one jot.

I am informed, a lifelong process
age of graft  and toil involved
long, tangled operation, yet
the same poems come back
every time.

I am not perceived as relevant
output far too prolific
go practice other forms, yet
this voice grows stronger
nothing like them.

I read poems, output words
inference mind’s devising
language in the soul, yet
it still prowls, caged tiger;
hungry for a fight.

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