Followed the Day 2 prompt at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-two-10/ to create a quasi-surrealist poem.
Three bridges and pennies
dropped from a lingering pocket
draw strings on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel
Three straws smooshed together
can’t hold enough soup
to build a hole in the universe
Squirrels, semaphore, jacket burn, swans—
these things don’t happen by accident
but if you have to ask the question…
A trundle pretends to make sense
where glass goes to retire
and thunder occurs without seaweed
Meanwhile, the strings on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel
Is your sense of longing as great as mine?
(1 April 2023—posted 2 April 2023)
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Love the strangeness in this piece. How ominous, the fact that “the strings on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel / are fraying…”