Usually I release my poems on Sundays from a queue that is 8-12 weeks old. This gives me time to refine, edit, prioritize, and, candidly, not go completely mental from lacking a sufficient “inventory” of poetry to share if I got hit by a bus…
Dark? Yeah, I know.
I wrote this poem 2 weeks ago. So much was in my head. An eclectic montage of ideas: the suffering of the people in Ukraine, Norse mythology, Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. How to express these ideas in a way that carried emotional resonance.
Et voilà! This poem was birthed.
I am very interested in hearing how it affected you. I pushed it to the front of the queue for its timeliness and relevance… but I also think it allows different readers to experience it… differently.
Please use the Comment Section below to share your thoughts – thanks!!
-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘
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chaos of Ragnarök
while the world disintegrates around me
i am hungry
i am thirsty
shivered in the chaos of Ragnarök
shelter lost in a tempest of violence
i am frightened
i am exposed
on this peak the wind reeks of fire and blood
alone without a mother’s soothing face
no one hugs me
no one loves me
delivered unto night fog’s sloe embrace
discarded detritus cast to this wind
am i garbage?
am i unworthy?
how much have i sinned to earn this penance?
but then, a light in the night speaks my name
and i know…
i am the raven
i am the wolf
the all-father smiles, soft beckons me home