Friday, April 03, 2015


For 2015's National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), Troy's Work Table is writing thirty poems in thirty days.

Today brings forth a new "black psalm."




This is your black day. You cry out to the heavens and await an echo, an answer, that never comes.

This is the black rock in your hand. A slightly soft rock you use to draw upon the harder, paler stone of the cave walls.

These are your dark shadows that dance upon the walls, dance over the lines you have drawn, paint the night in dappled flickering firelight.

This is your credo, your system of beliefs, scrawled upon tablets of stone.

Someone calls at the entrance to your cave, whispering, nearly without breathing—“Who goes there?” “Nobody,” you reply. “Nobody.”


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