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


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.

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