I have been mentally in a different world and before I knew it four days had passed since my last poem. Sometimes I’ll become consumed with one thing to the detriment of others.
I’m going to give a go at writing one poem to suit them all. Or rather, a poem that has days 2 through 5 prompts in mind.
I watched this one without the sound on:
The song when I listened to it absolutely gutted me. In a fit of panic I made my Mathmagician promise that we’d never just stop talking. That we’d always check in. I actually wrote a post about this here, because I’m a traditionalist and harken back to the days of old when scribes wrote very personal feelings for the world on parchment paper and posted them on light posts. Maybe not? Ah well.
Watching the video without sound, I found it actually more optimistic. And I saw that he was trying to reach out to her a bit more than she did him. I saw that even though they weren’t as warm as they used to be when they were younger, they were together. And I saw they didn’t want to be without each other.
And now I’ll try to make all of this a poem that make some semblance of sense.
Their hands, separated by sea
a distance so fantastic as to
consume them with the numbers.
Stranded on separate islands
where no magic wands nor fairly tales
could release them from their
Finger tips tapped Morse
desperate to find love’s code
in a few beats.
Exhaustion has set
after years of whimpered silence
callused fingertips beg for
They resign to their solitude
sending up smoke signals
Tell me what you thought of it in the comments and do try out OctPoWriMo. Granted, I’m not a paragon example of writing everyday, but I do show that you can do this as you will. And falling short sometimes is alright. You’re only human too.