Crys To My Only Sun
Makayla Dorsey
By an arid dawn,
I watch your light through
this window pain.
Rays on display
to show you hold all
that I know, my sun.
Canvas our rooms
that hold shadows
of your manor.
Pass through our halls
with ghosts of you,
tightly pact away.
Swirl up our stairs,
find this forgiving altar,
not your cold, stiff body, my sun.
To write the poem, I would type out a word or two and if one of them had the letter “e”, then I would reword it, with a different verb or noun. Although, I couldn’t reword everything and I often relied on a homonym to replace a word that contained the letter “e”. Overall, it didn’t prove to be terribly difficult to write the poem but I didn’t have a clear idea of what I wanted to write about when I began and the content of the poem may not be entirely clear to the reader. Other than that, it proved to be a fun challenge and I now recognize how often I write with the letter “e” (and the letter “s” for this commentary).
