The Day I Tried to Live
A dinosaur poem.
wandering high, wandering low
the desert landscape is all I know
across the sky I see a flash
what is this scene, where will it smash?
into the panic my heart steps in
is this the end or where life begins?
Uncertainty is all I know
This life I live as friend and foe.
the day I tried to live
is now my one last day
as this star falls from the sky
I roar my mammoth mournful cry
I was a predator, a metaphor
a scary sight beyond Ecuador
a dinosaur with a monster roar
but now I’m dust along the seashore floor
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This was a really fun prompt challenge. It really allowed me to be creative in a way to blend with my photography. This picture I used is of a comet I was able to image called Comet Neowise.
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Nagoh Creative (Greg)
Writer, Poet, Astronomer, Photographer & Encourager. I am on a road of life recovery and sharing my journey with words and art. Most importantly, I am a forgiven Child of God, Husband, Father, & friend. All work is my own, & God's Glory.
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Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
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