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.
With #20 we now begin a sequence of poems written in the early part of this year, that I have repurposed from a larger submission. This is a bit political, and involves you having to do the reading. Google is your friend.
Thank you for taking the time to read, and please comment if you like this 😀
Neologism Heraclitus of Ephesus would have had a moment: mortal substance desecrated far too many times to be anything except intentional: and you, asking where my home has gone, it’s double-dipped beneath your sacred river, son. Every time the Things are gathered someone else is redefining terms, nobody seems to learn, instead circumventing opposition when all that’s needed is a game plan, then the graft. I understand your point in current exercise, but nothing changes until all you do then all this does: get a clue, how many times must I step into the flood then hope by doing so those conventional in wisdom gather again, return to all their righteous, home.