Day Eight of NaPoWriMo.*
“Today’s poetry resource is a series of twitter accounts that tweet phrases from different poets’ work… Our prompt for the day (optional as always) asks you to peruse the work of one or more of these twitter bots, and use a line or two, or a phrase or even a word that stands out to you, as the seed for your own poem.”
I chose a line I found on @carsonbot.
“Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary,”
writes poet Anne Carson.
I’ve taken many a journey in my life.
As to which were necessary and
which were not, I do not know.
It took all of them to get me here, though.
Had I not been lured down dark pathways,
tempted into loud, gaudy marketplaces,
gotten lost in the tangles of a petulant brain,
where would I be now?
Would I be necessary?
I won’t bother asking why I’m here, and why now,,.
for what grand purpose am I intended?
That no longer concerns me.
The sun rose this morning.
I am here, now, in this place,
and my journeys continue,
by happenstance, by choice and – yes –