NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 20
The world and all of its discordant
cacophony has slipped its way into
my safest of places.
Like a worm it squirms against skin
of thoughts, pokes its nose, perhaps seeking nurture
thinking only to feed on distracted feelings.
Shudder away from antenna-like fingers,
forever reaching, always seeking to curve itself
into rich moist soil of muddled mind.
Resist. Call on militant words to assist
in this daily battle to fight whatever fleeting,
distorted attractions it might offer.
Seeking out just one more moment of peace
to breathe in deeply, granting but a brief release
before necessary re-entry.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/20/2019
Process Notes: Am finding that this daily making of poems might be my only safe place in a world that no longer makes much sense, and lacks coherent meaning. Image is a pen and ink inverted doodle, done a few years ago.