One week into Poetry Month and I’ve written a poem (sometimes more than one) each day! Considering how creatively stunted and numb I’ve felt lately, I’m happy that any words are rising to the surface. Thinking about how to revise them into good words is a May problem.
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt asked for a poem based on a news article. It was a bit of a chore to find a story that wasn’t about the pandemic, but then I hit upon this interesting one about discovering the age of whale sharks. But, true to my nature, I ended up turning it into something with an undertone of doom.
This one is an erasure poem taken directly from the text of the article. I don’t do those often, because I find them extremely challenging, but this month is all about experimentation and breaking out of comfort zones (without leaving your house), right?
Whale sharks swim in mystery.
Count lines in the vertebrae
like rings in a tree trunk.
Reasons behind age, what persists —
every living thing decays
the older the creature, the less you find
The hard part is these intensely vulnerable humans.
Why they exploit.
Scientists believe they humans can be helped.
Cooperation is key to survival.
This is a good news story after all.