Occultation
Iβm gonna do that thing
where I thread a single moment
through a current tapestry
to prove that timelines
always converge eventually.
Patterns & portals
are all I ever dream about.
Geometric storms
are all I can see when I
squint into the face
of every birthed dawn.
The birds sing of nebulae
& I want to be entangled in them.
The house is always scary
when itβs filled with all
I need to face. But I can
glimpse the Earth changing
through the venetian slats
because the one thing
that remains constant
is that Iβm still here.
I crave connection,
not content. Creation,
not cumulative views.
I purge accordingly
all I find dizzying
& nauseating.
Resuscitated by simplicity,
I accept this beautiful new.
Image by Jensen Art Co from Pixabay
Interesting poem Jennifer! You seem to be getting back to form! Cheers!
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This one was a combination of various dream notes from last month. I have a habit of waking up & writing something down that always surprises me in the morning. Thanks, Dominic.
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I see. That’s interesting! My pleasure Jennifer!
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Yaaasss to this!!!
“I crave connection,
not content. Creation,
not cumulative views.
I purge accordingly
all I find dizzying
& nauseating.
Resuscitated by simplicity,
I accept this beautiful new.”
You ended this poem so solidly, and I found myself in total agreement with your words.
Thank you for participating this year. Even if we only get 4-6 poems from you, it’ll be worth it!
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Thank you, Tre! Sometimes the NaPo “push” is all I need. I’ll see what happens. ππ
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You’re most welcome! ππΎπ
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I liked this one a lot, Jennifer. I rarely remember my dreams, but when I wake up from one and I do recall an interesting idea or concept, I try to make a note of it.π€
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Thank you! Sometimes the fragments of dreams are hard to capture, but I’m always glad when I can.
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I really like this!
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Thank you! π
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