Today is the last day of National Poetry Writing Month, and this is my last daily poem celebrating the 30-day occasion (though not my last poem, of course). Making like one of those awful clip shows where TV writers mash together snippets from previous episodes in order to take a week-off without resorting to a full-fledged rerun, I give you an erasure built from 30 days worth of poem titles (in order, including this last one). Maybe I've invented a new genre... the clip-poem? Thanks to everyone who read and wrote along for this NaPoWriMo ride.
Looking up,
I could dive
to meet you.
There are moments everyone wishes they were
brave.
To wake
the others
I'll dream
a reckoning.
Hey,
our hope is
In the sunrise
with broken-glass
lessons from
Death. Skip to
what to believe.
What was lost
with her blossoms,
a brother.
The hardest path's
shadow and song,
the not-so-good of
metaphysical,
her true face.
He'll waste it, wanting
the grass greener,
insomnia
slipping into
this (a love poem)
the sum.
4 comments:
reads smoothly
cheers janet
The juxtaposition of looking up and diving is interesting right off the bat, and I love how you end with insomnia slipping into the sum.
~Brenda
Thanks Janet ... I did a good job of minding the gaps this time :).
@Brenda I may try this technique again... writing a series of unrelated lines and then erasing parts of them to create a cohesive narrative. Usually, such as with the wordles, I try to connect ideas with more words, rather than less.
Love it, Francis, and I didn't know you were participating in napo. Now, I must go and read your words.
Pamela
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