National Poetry month 2017. Day One…30 Days of the Fools Journey.
I am attempting to tell a poetry story in 30 days about the Fool. Perhaps it is a bit foolish of me to attempt such a foolish excursion into poetry. Join me and see. comment if you will. I’d like that.
Foolish lost her way
She gathered her hoard around her
Buried herself in Things and stuff
Enshrined herself in the useless
In the overcrowded full of emptiness
Idle chatter filled her brain
in the nowhere to go without it
She wore the appropriate lonely
and the thin heels of sorrow.
The crowd pushed at her ghost
Another no-one clambering nowhere
Making that jump into life
Into a cube of artless monotony
Freedom cloistered around her
Spaciousness a grey gloom
She had forgotten the wild sea
She had forgotten how to shape shift
bird to sky, naked paws on earth
She had forgotten the deep inhale
of Spring rain and green rising.
She had forgotten the caress of love
She had forgotten the rage of fear
She had forgotten her Joy
She had forgotten how to let go
April is National Poetry Month … NaPoWriMo. http://www.napowrimo.net/ 30 day, 30 Poems.
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