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.
#26 is dedicated to author Jeff VanderMeer. If you know him, you’ll know why.
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Terroir enter; a different frame rules shingle mentality, distrust intent: don’t make brave walk inside; quiet queue traps girl, circles gaslit nights, days behind. ‘this man’s work not like others’ hold, exceeds,’ small, scant relief; still, too late: fog’s rolling sins engulfing fear, come forth, my child: meters of art awaits, negating expectations, no escape. embraced by sugar smoke, acquiesce, consent implicit shifts uncertain pace; voice not fjord enough, disabling encompass vastness spaced within own senses, sharp escarpment, orange circled hell hold her hand, panic rains, brain overloads. quiet, scared observer cannot run, neuroses stacked; evolution’s forward push cave wall’s hand-printed exit, step by step… tilted awareness gambled, point’s not lost; no longer sane. exit; redefine its name
The Internet of Words 