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…
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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.