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.
#22 I had such high hopes for. It was going to be the poem that I finally won a major competition with. Sometimes I am a sweet, Summer child with no idea of what is even popular outside the auspice of my own consciousness. Those are days when you shouldn’t send poetry to anyone. I still like it though, even though I’m not nearly intellectual enough…
Thank you for taking the time to read, and please comment if you like this 😀
Impresa
I am
beginnings of a bright,
cold day
night, before
now embers, burnt markers sitting, cooling in their grate:
elderly combustion, served.
You are
detritus,
payment passed between
wood and sky, fire and air
both spaces, different day’s significance, ascension
marked in place.
This is epiphany
occurrence redefines a
contrary viewpoint, decision borne
fallow land invites new growth, emergent
happiness within.
That was
a life before
willing more
pitch-black moments taken, buried or forgot
fresh fuel in effort
transformed into joyous morning optimism,
knowing this sun
will rise.
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