For NaPoWriMo Day 14, the prompt is:
“Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates homophones, homographs, and homonyms, or otherwise makes productive use of English’s ridiculously complex spelling rules and opportunities for mis-hearings and mis-readings.”
Credit: Hasan Almasi via Unsplash.
Confusion, push through a weighted-wall,
Punch through brick each day.
Scattered concentrate, bleeding buckled, blood slick.
Sometimes it’s okay, a veil so thin it’s passing through sheer silk-organza;
Some days this uplifting breeze, and energy pulses, as if anything were possible.
As if nights could be replaced, vodka-slime and rye-and-gin, no waiting.
Not night’s you’d ever feel ill; all endless Luna-lit trails.
Smiles and dancing, no worries, the possibility of everything;
Today was good, and it wasn’t lonely, not exhausting.
Not a day-past, but a new one made, no-weightedness, no tiredness, no foggy dreams.
No friends downed by c#%^*r, MS, anxiety, addiction, and the wait for good news.
No, loved ones nearer to that other door, where we’re all lost.
Stories created, old ones read with smiles.
No fun times done, no ones personality alters with time or pain.
A world. alight in history, the here-and-know, in all its possibilities,
Light lingers in each window pane.
I like those days — hope the future can have such moments as dear,
As the thrill of lost nights, and the wisps of memories.
Clear and vibrant, not tinged with the weight of whatever we all face,
But, twilight’s marmalade sky shifts —
Mango, vermilion, that tanginess of night.
Wilting sunflowers, dried,
For some reason, some tomorrow’s are Mind-numbing,
No shoes to walk-in and understand, if others don’t want.
But I love those bright days, those times I‘m strong,
Even if I’ve endorphins a moment, a few seconds,
Where I’m tac-sharp before the haze settles.
Sleep for a moment, only to wake hiking a trail, along a wild pathway — meteorite-dust trails.
Someday, whatever it will be.
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