It is one of the calmest days

Sea rolls by

Memories raised to honour with a different purpose.

The chief is an imposing structure,

Closely following the contours of the shore toward the open sea.

More than an idea

Look inside

Windborne sand

The chief’s familiar moment.

The opposite side of a human being is difficult to determine with certainty.

Whether they are vessels, or simply themselves.

A soft spring afternoon,

The chief’s day.

Close your eyes

Rely on your senses

You have found yourself grasping,

Slabs of flames.

People who sing around the fire are not broken.

The cloud-streaked sky

Is dark.

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This poem takes on a sort of airy tone, one that comments on nature and even uses a second-person POV at the end to let the audience re-think how they’re even reading this poem. The chief is the evident and only character in this piece, and I think all these snippets of imagery and “advice” relate back to him. I wrote this poem as an observation of this “calm day” more than anything else. No event occurs, no ground breaking plot twist happens, but meaning is conveyed through simple lines and I quite like the tone of it if I do say so myself. I love the end result and think it can be easily interpreted in different ways. I take it as almost a piece of advice to embrace your surroundings, but would be very interested to see what you thought when you read it!

The process of writing this was really interesting, too. I didn’t want to think too hard about the pages I gave myself for this, because I personally think part of the beauty of blackout poetry is creating art out of seemingly out of context writing. I simply turned to a random page in the book, make sure some interesting words that stood out to me were present, and made a quick decision! I loved finding different messages and places the story could go within the story itself, and throughly enjoyed this entire process.