A poem that sold to Forgotten Ground Regained + a poetry prompt FOR YOU.
Chol
a pantoum
Some call me phoenix.
Others call me sand.
It’s all translation,
Not transformation.
Others call me sand,
Birthed in gray, cold soot,
Uncountable days,
Are they different?
Uncountable days?
Dead fire, desert dunes,
Some call me phoenix,
Dead fire, desert dunes.
It’s all translation.
I really dig this one, but it took a second to realize what you were doing. Thanks for it!
Thanks. The formatting got lost when I hit "reply", but that's okay. It was a fun challenge. I'm so glad you shared your poem and asked for more.
Awesome. Pass it around to poet friends— curious to see what else crops up
Chol
a pantoum
Some call me phoenix.
Others call me sand.
It’s all translation,
Not transformation.
Others call me sand,
Birthed in gray, cold soot,
Not transformation.
Uncountable days,
Birthed in gray, cold soot,
Are they different?
Uncountable days?
Dead fire, desert dunes,
Are they different?
Some call me phoenix,
Dead fire, desert dunes.
It’s all translation.
I really dig this one, but it took a second to realize what you were doing. Thanks for it!
Thanks. The formatting got lost when I hit "reply", but that's okay. It was a fun challenge. I'm so glad you shared your poem and asked for more.
Awesome. Pass it around to poet friends— curious to see what else crops up