Thanks to NEKEEREJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo challenge. For NaPoWriMo the prompt is ” to take one of your favorite poems and find a very specific, concrete noun in it. . . After you’ve chosen your word, put the original poem away and spend five minutes free-writing associations – other nouns, adjectives, etc. Then use your original word and the results of your free-writing as the building blocks for a new poem. The last letter of the A to Z Challenge is of course the letter Z for a GoodRead’s quote.
“All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when we are able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must appear inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near.” — Sun Tzu, The Art of War
Noun – “arbitrary blackness”
– “drops dead, “head,” imagined you”, come home, never did, lost love, war, hoping, never returned so he was lost in the war, she becomes this blackness, because he is gone, “Satan’s men” – the Nazi’s in Germany, exit, dreamed was with him in bed, dreams always, but she is mad, he exists no longer, never returned so never was?
They say this is no war for girls to fight in,
The men go off to fight their battles, estranged.
For everyone, life’s callous rearranged.
If he’s out there, he’s changed, sick as sin.
Everyone, everywhere drops dead, there’s no win.
In cities, in ghettos, wars collide.
Drop dead, silly head, mad but I’m alive.
Gone for all time, years ago in air thin
Arbitrary blackness fills my soul.
Satan’s men on trial, live in soul’s holes.
With those from the camps, fuel for fire.
Haunted dreams, PTSD now respired.
Mad to love you, but I wait and desire.
Arbitrary blackness still encloses.
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