Today’s official NaPoWriMo prompt of creating a poem for an occasion that doesn’t usually herald a poem was an odd one in that one can write a poem about anything. Nonetheless I went with previewing tonight’s Impact Rebellion main event of Rich Swann vs Kenny Omega in a title vs title match where the winner will hold both the All Elite Wrestling and Impact Wrestling world championships.
Three belts. Two titles. One main event.
Both travelled to Japan. Honing their craft in the Asian independents.
“We’ll face each other one day”. They could never imagine it being like this.
The forbidden door swung open pushed forth by the force of an Invisible Hand.
Two champions walked through. But when the squared circle becomes a shapeless memory… … only one will remain.
I’m in somewhat of a fractured yet healing place right now. I’ve no idea where this journey is taking me. I just know I’ve become much more sensitive lately, and that I’m finding no humour in mockery, derision or malice. A knife edge between sanity and salvation.
For day 2 I’ve attempted both the Local Gems and the official prompt simultaneously with a Petrarchan Sonnet relating to the question of how to find meaning and ancient knowledge in a world that has forgotten itself and it’s truths.
Souls burst from darkness in neon cascades
but are we rodents in a cosmic trap?
Third eye blind, Gaia wept like weirwood sap.
False realities rise while truth’s star fades.
Meaning was lost in exploitative trades.
Auras applaud – and begin with one clap
is rebirth’s renown a most lucid nap?
The universe, … a dream that never wades.
Love – the compass of celestial travel.
Mouths hushed silent, emboldened hearts agape.
Enlightenment upon firefly flutters.
Judgement is a Promethean gavel…
grant critics nor doubt Mjölnir, be happy.
For life … is a sentence … blessed … with … stutters…