For today's prompt, write a "what got you here" poem. For instance, write a poem about a mode of transportation like your car, bike, horse, etc. Or write a poem about what "got you here" as a human being or writer (like what got you started writing, perhaps). Or write a poem about what brought you to this blog. Or whatever other interpretation you might have.
What You Got Here
is a fine mess.
The ghosts lift and dissipate
like Twombly marks above a sea we
forget to name
that cradled the moon and rocked its beauty sleepily
through to a calligraphied poem. Before.
The rooftops crack like vases
dropped from a delicate, startled hand.
The bracken gather and their study
is of semantics
of bone
the conjugation of bone.
Under another starred sky a silhouette falls
from a balcony and then the report
marks what would be red on impact and
in the night is not, is ink - jet black
in which no pen is dipped to write why
jets fly over and trail lines over the vast
curved, rolling, roiling bodies of sand
Inside our homes, personal histories
have gone up in the fires, dust-binned,
reluctantly painted over - fresh.
An acrid smell lingers.
Nothing is familiar and that is now home.
Though the lemons hang full on their boughs.
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