NaPo 2025’s second day challenging prompt invited us to write a poem that directly addresses someone, has a made-up word, includes an odd or unusual simile, makes a statement of “fact,” and that includes something that seems out of place in time.
More Than Love
My dearest philologloth,
Are there worse places?
Is your prison like a happy place?
Your soul is good.
Unlike the dark life fiction
of your self-inflicted addiction.
Like a blade runner
missing for thirty years,
a gauntlet falls upon deaf earth.
Hearts grind to needless halts
when minds forget to remember
when my me died that September.
Come, my son
rise above it all
but not the love.
That tote we carry
full of all the good
and all the bad losses we’ve both had.
Love you, Dad.
Look both ways to discover the dark side of pleasure.
Mind the gaps for forgiveness and step carefully into whatever future you have left.
Our Literary Journey 
Yes the structure and history of language can be a goth prison when the Orwellian newspeak loses the words for love and life becomes short when the songs have no words that can be discerned from the birds. The blade runner tries to avoid death to no avail.
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Thank you for the comment, Charles. Wise words about words.
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May I offer my extreme contrafibularities for your excellent efforts!
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Thank you, Peter.
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I absolutely love your special word!
Another successful one. I just re-read it. Slower and enjoyed it doubly.
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Thank you, Dale. Your comments are always wonderful.
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And honest 🙂
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