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.
… and here we are, at the end. It’ll take me a few days now to decide what to do next, so apologies that everything will get a wee bit behind as a result. The last poem is, I think, one of the best of the lot.
Thank you for taking the time to read, and please comment if you like this 😀
The Last War Sound does not exit, it remains aeroplane, speeding train only ground perception shifts memory inversion, gone standing still, muteness grows; noise departs inconstant permanence eyes, upwards, mind recalls childhood’s differing resonance: single spitfire steam’s tender wheels life was new, threats indistinct, adult’s task solve, mingle within life’s near end lost, friends care does not die, it maintains in transport air remembering, remains looking there, awe passed away shows we come and go mind’s changeless rhythm, vanishing.
The Internet of Words 