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NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 7
Playback
Lying in bed awake as the city sleeps,
the events of the day play before her
like a scratched and dusty DVD. Incidents
unfold out of sequence, sentences
skip and repeat and fall out of sync.
As the pause button fails again, she tries
to listen to calming sirens instead.
NaPoWriMo 2019 day 6
Möbius
and confusion and so you live
and this time round you learn
the universe has more dimensions
than you can possibly perceive
and you are an ant on a paper strip
and the end is darkness then lights
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 5
Dissonance
Under a static sky, we speak
in dial-up modem screeches.
Number stations replace news.
Books become junk code. Still, some
claim to see patterns in the flux.
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 4
Below
Down here, light dances on my skin.
The world is a muffled radio
playing the next house over.
I sink and try to tune in.
NaPoWriMo 2019 day 3
Downpour
Sudden rain cascade
hits pavements and commuters.
Primrose opens up.
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 2
Seeds
Abandoned in the dark earth
we bend towards the light
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 1
For the last couple of years I've taken part in NaPoWriMo, where I try to write a poem every day in April. I've really enjoyed the process. It's got me back into writing and has helped produce some of my favourite poems. And some of my least favourites, but the beauty of this writing exercise is you carry on regardless. I also really enjoyed publishing them in public last year. It forced me to be accountable to myself and not skip any days, whilst also trying to make them as good as possible.
Matter
I slipped off the viewing platform,
slid under the flimsy handrail
fell down or forwards or up
towards the black hole.
I cursed flimsy safety measures
but knew it was far too late.
Wrong to think I was unique,
I was just atoms, accelerating
without friction towards an
unknowable spiral nothing.
One last view of the cosmos
before I reached the event horizon
and paused
forever.
I was sliced in two by dark matter,
spiralled to
impossible
lengths
My former body
s c a t t e r e d
and rearranged
each particle obliterated
and
reborn.
endless
combinations
kaleidoscoping
Until I landed, new familiar feet
standing on a metal surface.
Off balance, I stumbled forward
I slipped off the viewing platform,
Thanks to Ross McCleary for the line 'I was sliced in two by dark matter' which he kindly let me use. That line on Twitter started this whole poem.
Hunted
With apologies to Emily Dickinson
Making the familiar strange
I though I was a good typist. I've written on computers all my life. I type fast. But the truth is half my time is spent correcting errors. I write fast but sloppy. So I started to learn to touch type.