Tag: refuse

For NaPoWriMo Day 8, the prompt is: ” Our prompt for the day (optional as always) asks you to peruse the work of one or more of these twitter bots, and use a line or two, or a phrase or even a word that stands out to you, as the seed for your own poem.“

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Credit: Raphael Schaller via Unsplash.

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Swan [s] I read, built their nest . . . [in] trash [from] Amsterdam;

I was shocked, wasn’t there better nesting material?

Along with present matters, the reality of this . . .

[m]onth . . . [was], breaking [my] heart,” tying it up in twine rope.

It was one of those days, and my “breath kick[ed] like a —

Mad child;” the swan’s tilted their heads honking wildly.

What an absurd world, I pondered while I strolled on,

Through a pathway in the forest; I paused to “write,”

Scribble ” . . . notes to nobody . . . reading [nor to those,

who might] listen.” I’m a poet; my thoughts circled —

Pondering our world pandemic, and garbage swans.

Scanning the News, wondering, why, and who, let small —

“[C]hildren lick the handles on shopping carts,” and why,

“Liquor stores weren’t considered,” recognized as an —

“Essential” service — I ambled in the forest,

Stumbling; the “woods [are my] sanctuary;” safe place.

Because here, “I can just be” myself, no games; I rest.

While night sweeps over me, the “sunset . . .in [strokes of]

Bittersweet amber;” I think the “moon ha[s] never . . .

[Glowed], this color;” it’s [hypnotic],inspiring.”

“My Heart [has] never [thumped this] hard, felt “so close,” to —

The entire world, to nature, even the sweet swans,

Elegant in nests of garbage, downy refuse.

At home, I considered how the world could be improved;

For swans, for people; my mind slips inside “Dreams —

Of Endlessness;” the stars glimmering in the,

Sky; all thoughts, turned to slumber, the promise of new.

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