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POETRY
Caravaggio
NaPoWriMo 2025
From a sky of bruised shadow
the wind whips
a force of emotion sudden and fierce
as light erupting from a Caravaggio,
the paint alive with internal luster
The leaves respond
the hair on my head goes with them
bringing temporary boldness
beneath dark strands
A storm b r e w s
my heart is pierced
but nothing ensues
no flow of blood or water
only something sparking
a match-flash of combusted sentimentals
holy in the moment
nature-given as a sacrament of the spring
For day 2 of Poetry Month, I went with the Poetry Society’s prompt in my own way. From their instagram:
I didn’t follow the prompt exactly, but I did play with the formatting when I typed it out. On my computer, the word “whips” is shaped like a whip. However, Medium doesn’t allow for creative formatting, and even when I copied and pasted it into an email to screenshot, it didn’t come across correctly. Also there’s a typo in the screenshot, oops. The struggle is real! Hopefully y’all get the idea.
Anyway yay poetry and thank you for reading!