STRAINING TO SEE
For the time of day, it is very dark.
Is that a cloud obscuring the light?
My hand disappears before me,
there is no light for my path.
Striking a match, a flash,
for the loss
The other part of this prompt was to post this poem publicly somewhere and to provide pictures as “proof.” I incorporated a bit of info on my postcard regarding NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month). One poem left on the first day of the month doesn’t necessarily constitute “poembombing,” but perhaps I’ll be inspired to leave others around as the month progresses. I will be passing through airports over the coming weekend — that might be a great opportunity to leave poems in random places. 🙂
Anyway…for this particular poem…here’s the proof: