Editor Christopher Writes – #PoemADayForAYear: 15/03/15

So tonight has seen the end of an era. Tomorrow, my brother moves out of him house. The house he has been in for 19 years. The house he shared with his wife and raised three fantastic children in. The house in which I spent many evenings getting drunk and playing Don (an old-school proper pub card game) with a back wall over which my brother threw a pack of cards when he didn’t win a game all night. the house in which I cut my teeth on Guitar Hero.

There’s honestly not much more I can say about that. It is really sad but I am really happy they are getting a brilliant new house. To be honest, I’ve started to struggle with these blogs a little bit. since I started working again, in a job where I do not really need to engage my brain a lot, I’ve not really had many deep thoughts. It could be said I wasn’t having many deep thoughts when I started doing this daily blog. What I would say to the people who think that is: Oh, stick it!

A few peers have also told me that trying to write a poem every single day is insane and I will eventually run out of ideas. I knew this from the outset but I have bumbled through to this point somehow. I really do not know how. My poems have not exactly been Tennyson for the past couple of weeks. To be honest, I wouldn’t want them to be. Tennyson was Tennyson. For better or worse, I am me and I write. I write things I like to write about things I like to write about. Anything wrong with that? Maybe tomorrow I will have a go at tackling the issues of vegetarians or Korea or the Middle East crisis or something like that. Maybe.

Maybe not. Maybe it will just be another list of reasons why I cannot form coherent thoughts any more.

Mind you, I have that university assignment to do tomorrow so it may just all be about that. I know they run the assignments through an internet plagiarism checker so I may out an excerpt on here just to mess with them. That would be a laugh if nothing else.

Here is a poem.

Salt, salt, salt the earth.

Cut your bones and dig up your dead.

Pierce the lips and tongue and eyes,

for tonight we dig up your dead.

Break down the doors and shatter the glass.

Let evil into your home.

Open your mind and heart and veins,

let their darkness become your own.

Tonight they come to tear you away,

push goodness out of your head.

Cut out your bones and salt the earth

for tonight we dig up your dead.

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