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
