All I seem to write lately is poetry. It allows my mind to wander through my feelings. By constricting my emotions into a literary form, it encourages me to look at them. That’s the only way I can identify them as mine.
Everything not in a poem is something foreign to me right now—someone else’s sorrow, a piece of media, a snippet of dark fiction. Right now, it’s good for me to write poetry. And some good news: my poem “Song of Lazurus” won Poetry Nook’s 264th Weekly Poetry Contest. Read it here.
I’ve been submitting an original poem to Poetry Nook’s weekly contests for 45 straight weeks. I almost missed this one, but here it is on the cusp. Tomorrow I’ll be coming up with something new for the 287th.
For now, I have this rensaku (my new favorite form). It reminds me of a time years ago when a friend was my tiny light in the abyss and it made all the difference to me. This one is for Osbert. Without him, I wouldn’t be here.
I stand at the edge
of the abyss—dark, cold, lost
with a single flame
the midnight chaos ahead.
to drive away dark…
it will never be enough
to defeat the night.
I toss my pale light
into the pit where it falls
a wavering star…
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