Never has mixing prompts been so fitting. Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt called for a poem about poetry, while Poetic Asides suggested “re-mixing” a poem or poems that have been penned earlier this month. I mined the poems from earlier days for words or phrases, then blended them into this.
Uncovering a Poem
It’s there to be found when it’s time,
but it means digging.
Poking at dreams wanting to be left undisturbed.
Peeking over the gate to see what’s growing.
Snaking the imagination, back — to gather traces of memory,
forward — to plant something new. Words, the closest ones to you,
unshared, but there like family. Reflections, imprints,
the bark of a tree, texture revealed
when it’s rubbed with a pencil.