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.