Day Twenty-two of NaPoWriNo challenged us to write a poem using a provided statement of something impossible. I hope you all enjoy!
‘Among the Stars in Her Anger’
Like a short circuit professor spouting endless things
My grandma once told me, “The stars could
Rearrange themselves in the sky at whim.
They could, and they would, abandon worthless things-
Reality, each other, our hopes and dreams.
We are nothing in the eyes of bigger things.
Who cares what the church sings about,
Who cares what little things cause doubt.
The whole universe will leave you behind.”
She took drags from her pipe, ate the sweets
Her doctor told her to deny, and when she died,
When her mind finally, of all things to go,
Slipped beyond into it’s final bruised sunset
With it’s slowly arriving stars, I looked up and saw
Them being pushed around in her anger because
“This was not the way I wanted to go.”
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