The Unseen Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
For you are nevermore. Your eyes' last light never illumined mine. Death prompted us to be hasty - curbed childhood, sped me past stop signals, headlong onto adult carousels. But we must agree over how these hours are moving against our wills. I've remained still until here, grasping a rumpled-up grocer's receipt with this budget-buy pen, confident of words I have space to admit now and bury in poetry's kinetic cemetery. I'm sure I loved your faulty teeth's scattered English, its determined guidance. I wished my life had been adequate to cover your shortfall as you had covered mine back when I was all but novelty.
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