Oh it's finally here! Yep, the third year of the Poetry Challenge is ON like Donkey Kong!!!!! Hey, for those not familiar, It's nationahl poetry month, and that means I take up the challenge of writing a new, original poem each day for 30 days. Neat, huh? OK, now, if you want to play along at home, then feel free. Write some poetry. It can be good poetry or bad poetry, or something you don't even think is a poem. BUT, you have the control over it. Send me requests for poems, send me your poems and I'll post them here - whatever. It can be one a week, one a day, or just one in the month. I don't care - the point is to explore writing poetry.
So, without further ado, here's this year's kickoff:
There is a place I go where nothing can harm me,
a safe and secret home, apart from the world.
No one can go there but me,
No one knows it's there.
It beckons to me,
Calls me home.
Hides me in the comfortable embrace
of quiet.
There it is where my true home lies,
In solitude and peaceful reverie.
The world washes away,
Ashen cinders that blow away with just a whispering breeze,
For they cannot touch me any more.
OK, you may like it, you may not - frankly, I don't care! I do this for me and invite you to come along. I hoipe you enjoy the journey!
Thanks for Reading,
The Fat Kid
1 comment:
A nice beginning! This is a rather introspective poem, obviously, and I like how, even visually, it draws in on itself until the last few lines. A few nice changes of pace, or perhaps implied pause/silence. I also like the ambiguity, for it's not explicit whether this "place" is physical or metaphysical, stable or temporary, which can allow variant interpretations. I like that!
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