Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Day 4 of NaPoWriMo: Enigma Poem

Day 4 of National Poetry Month: Write a poem about something without mentioning what it is.

Enigma: Guess what it is...

You can smell it like a storm coming,
can feel its electrons charge in your lungs;
dense and heavy like breathing steam.
And then you see it edge the horizon
like a dark mirage against the desert strata.
A man-made layer of sediment;
barbed wire and tall chain link.
Someone took a black marker
and drew with a zealot’s ink
a new definition of dreams deferred.
But your body is covered in sweat and desert;
you move like layers of sand, over and under.
You come out on the other side,
reborn, with your heart on fire.