Technically, it's April 4th. I came home from participating with my church in a 5K walk to raise money for poverty relief organizations, so, I needed to take a nap. The event was a success. Many people participated. What it meant for writing was that I didn't get a chance to work on the assignments until in the evening.
The
suggestion today for NaPoWriMo's poem for the day asks to write a poem predicting death - kinda morbid, and I don't know about the "predicting" part of it - but, I'm going to go with it anyway.
I Will Not DieI will not die without a fight
without taking a chancewith regrets of adventures avoided.No.I will die a person who once walkedFrom one side of San Francisco tothe other and Back again,as a person who marched to increaseHunger awareness
as a person who moved across the country for loveIt doesn't matter how things turned outI will not be a person who diesAfraid and alone -
While yes, we all die alone, we rub off on others and they carry
parts of us with them and pass those
parts on...both knowingly and unknowingly
Like notes in a high school classroom
The blog at Poetic Asides is oddly related. The assignment there is to write a poem where you imagine the world without you in it. So, again it's kind of a strange assignment, but I see the point...I suppose.
The World Without Me
The light of the world.
Not me, but humans. In general.
Moving about in swarms
Doing what they always do
Each individual strives
To find connectedness with others
The world without me,
That's hard to imagine
--by no means am I a solipsist
But it's hard to perceive
A world you are not part of
It's impossible to know
How many lives you've
Touched - directly or indirectly
