Free of storms, to be alone, to do what needs to be done, to wander in the dormiveglia, from dawn to dusk and back again, I am content to swallow phosphenes, each scintilla, until ēniteō! I shine forth with gleaming light.
Kim M. Russell, 6th September 2022
Another, shorter poem for this week’s dVerse Poets Pub Poetics with Mish, in which she has ‘a word for that’ in a a wide choice of memes of unusual words with which she has been inundated in her Facebook feed. She asks us to choose three or more of them (and any words in bold type within the prompt) and include them in a poem of any style. She suggests using one of the words as a title and spring boarding off it as a theme, which I have done with the wonderful word Sturmfrei.