Day 28: Prompt to write a Meta Poem which is a poem which talks about itself.
Poem Meta: Changing the Dates!
A charcoal etched date on the walls of a house.
The sad bones of an adult and two children
lying on the floor nearby: the search goes on.
The poem is the excavation of
a destroyed city. The poem is
a frightening year, 79AD.
The poem has a struggle as to
which month exactly. And that’s
the reason the poem is interrogating itself.
The poem is beauty and rediscovered art
on the walls of the grand houses
of Pompeii.
The poem is a ‘maybe’, nothing more
than a scrawl; charcoals’ life use
is limited. Maybe it was a date
set aside for some other reason.
Someone’s relatives coming to stay?
The time some crop or other must be picked?
The poem is not changing her mind.
She has more questions than answers
but she has no mandate to solve this riddle.
The poem is the remaining mystery:
Vesuvius and that all important date.
Benita H. Kape © 29.4.2019
benitakape 
Interesting concept of writing a poem about itself.
Btw, I visited Pompeii in 1964 on our way to Australia. Your poem describes it very well.
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Pompeii was magnificent to see as a science teacher, but such a tragic event.
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Oh how lucky you are to have got to such an amazing place. I have travelled from New Zealand to Britain, my mother was Scot, but never got to Europe.
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I traveled with students with a group as a guide/chaperone. One of my many bucket list items I was able to cross off.
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That’s great.
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We all leave our mark in some way or another so that someone down the line might see it and remember us! A great poem!
dwight
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True, we do leave our mark. Thank you for your support.
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A fascinating exploration–the poem and the ruins.
I visited Pompeii and Herculaneum with older child, her Latin teacher, and other students many years ago.
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