The prompt today is to bring together something very big and something small.
One book.
There is a photograph of a wall that one can view on the internet.
It is a wall with an irregular and inappropriate 'lump' in it.
The wall has been built of bricks, strong and red, but with one small
And thin book laid on the ground as part of the foundations.
That one small thing has changed the whole of the wall.
When walking, in sturdy and substantial boots, the ingress of
A small stone is sufficient to render the walker into a state of
Great discomfort and pain; the stone, so tiny, can cause not only
Pain but blistering and can ultimately prevent the walker
From completing their journey.
The world is a dangerous place, there are many politicians
And bankers and businessmen who seek to control all that
Everyone does in order to maintain their inflated bank balances.
But all of these superior people can be challenged, and even one
Voice crying 'foul' could be enough to trigger the revolution . . .
A wee blog to contain the poetry written for each year's NaPoWriMo (http://www.napowrimo.net), a yearly month of poetry writing challenges that I first did in 2014. The blog title is deliberately written to mean two different things of course!!
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Thursday, 12 April 2018
GloPoWriMo 2018 - day nine
GloPoWriMo 2018 - day six.
Today the prompt is to use line breaks in a way that stretches my comfort zone.
Triptych.
Three people stand there, all
in the same place but
actually all in different places
Entirely.
The brain is a country that is
Closed to all
But those who live in it, and
Even then it is mysterious, and
Maps get lost.
One woman, confused in
Her mind, with
One man who loves and
Tries to guide her, and
There is the photographer, a
Selfie-taker caught in
A mirror, and trapped
As an insect in amber.
The frame serves
To divide the
Three of them at
The same time as
It keeps them all
Together, despite
The tide of
Dementia.
Triptych.
Three people stand there, all
in the same place but
actually all in different places
Entirely.
The brain is a country that is
Closed to all
But those who live in it, and
Even then it is mysterious, and
Maps get lost.
One woman, confused in
Her mind, with
One man who loves and
Tries to guide her, and
There is the photographer, a
Selfie-taker caught in
A mirror, and trapped
As an insect in amber.
The frame serves
To divide the
Three of them at
The same time as
It keeps them all
Together, despite
The tide of
Dementia.
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