Beth Camp Historical Fiction

Friday, April 22, 2022

Poem a Day 22: Repetition

Outside my window, a nameless
bird chirps and chirps,
its song a glad awakening
to blue sky and a sun-drenched day.
Winter was too long this year,
those days wrapped in snow
and cold wind that blew
hope into darkness.

I know, as sure as I stretch
into each moment of today,
that winter will return,
as the earth turns,
the moon rises,
itself turning from
crescent to full,
and turning again,
the same and not the same,
ending and not ending.

Somewhere newscasters' voices drone,
reporting anew the horror of war, 
global warming, political
angst, and we're left, bereft,
remembering the words of Dylan Thomas:  
"Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying
of the light."

Today, NaPoWriMo's Maureen Thorson writes: "In honor of today being the 22nd day of Na/GloPoWriMo 2022, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that uses repetition. You can repeat a sound, a word, a phrase, or an image, or any combination of things."

And then the bird chirped outside my window.

You can read Dylan Thomas' poem HERE on

1 comment:

  1. Your poem banged on my heart today. You aren't afraid to address the "HARD THINGS" in life. THANK YOU!