By Daniel Paiz

April is the month of writing around these parts, as National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) has returned and poem #1 is already here. “Opening Night is Back” is meant to be a curtain pulled for the release of some words for everyone who is into poetry. Poetry as always can range from stuff that rhymes, to stuff that doesn’t, to words that can be used in all sorts of ways. The point is the poetry, not the points or the accolades or anything else.

Opening Night is Back

Time to read the situation,

the opening sip bubbling towards record books

but this draft isn’t Guinness,

witness engagement hum towards deranged numbers,

slumber falling as eyes burn from the overnight abrasion,

not expectant when syllables cause air to break in,

hovering over challenges previously teased,

that today are momentary blips

when previously they felt like otherworldly math equations,

pathos shaken.

When once understanding was the guiding light,

but now boundaries laid out as property lines reveal,

entrance is no longer public, meant only for those cherishing space,

and not expecting basement theater entertainment,

but instead know time heals with patience,

understand it’s for all who are waiting.

The name in the marquee is not the checkpoint of success,

its realization effort will make that

a reality substantially earned with burns and turns of those

who yearn to learn lessons from history’s urns.

There is no winning or losing streak that’s forever.

There is a pathway to swishing what was missing,

glistening from weather patterns

mimicking planetary trajectories

from the Moon to Saturn.

What should ring true for you,

is scales differentiate based off of sharps and flats

jazzed out for empaths,

it’s not a trap,

just a wrap for self-doubt to be rejected,

It’s time to rain down words on ’em,

Omega-level threat detected.