So, ha ha, everything is horrible all at once.

On the plus side, I was given a Poetry Challenge today. Let's see how I did!

ORIGINAL POEM it made me instantly amazingly angry and I don't know why.

The Blanket
By Cobrafrat

Every night I wrapped
myself with this blanket.
The familiarity of this object
made me feel safe.

It was pink cotton blanket
with satin bindings.
I had a special way
of wrapping the satin binding

My fingers clutched
the binding under my nose,
while my thumb was in my mouth.
That's how I fell asleep every night.

My blanket reminds me
of strawberry milk.
How I love my pink blanket.
It kept me warm and safe.


I asked my challenger for a subject or a word. She chose: aspiration

HERE IS THE REQUIRED MUSIC FOR MY 9:50 COMPOSITION TIME - Arvo Part's "Fratres for 8 cellos"

Untitled (How I Love My Pink Blanket)

The hand that presses down the swallow's head in flight
its wrist held fast by white silk
samite pinned by a lowering darkness
the darkness sealed by pity
and pity exhausted:

a cinder fine as a grain of sand is enough to burn it,
that heartsickness

be subject to that vulnerable fire
whose devastation will wring
thermal songs for wings
out of dead hours