This is the first of my poems for NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month. Although I consider myself a bit of a poet, I’ve never attempted to write 30 in a row! Let’s see how it goes…

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Always thought I’d go

with a bang,

not a whimper.

Rage, I would

rage against the dying of the light;

I would not go Dylan-Thomas-softly

into the night

that has no dawn.

Wrong yet again.

My Death Cab, 

unfollowed;

this Cutie,

so quiet;

no rage here.

I wait at the bottom of life’s shallow, swift stream

for you to walk through me. I am the mud

swirling between your toes;

my movements secondary to

dependent upon

limbs moving swiftly

or slowly

or at all

through the stream.

Written April 1st, 2012

on a cold and wet day

in Salt Lake City, Utah