GloPoWriMo2019 Day Twenty-four

Today we consult a thesaurus.


The thesaurus is a dinosaur that has survived into the modern world.

The child flips open the pages and looks at the words hidden within.

The fool sees words and cannot understand this is not a dictionary.

And so the legacy continues      
                  there is an antidote to folly in its venerable pages
                  but the fool sees it as a counter-measure against his efforts.
             the dinosaurs existed in antiquity, roaming an earth
             devoid of fools, and golden olden day.
         the wise are apathetic, seeing only pain and a hopeless
         future, the fools unconcerned beyond themselves.
     the would be wise are apprehensive, the ship is sailing
     into uncharted waters, disturbed by new currents.
 And the ones who advise have only approximate answers
 To offer, no balm to soothe the rough pain of what is to come.

And yet the ship prepares to sail, to leave behind that which
Is familiar, and to sacrifice the wise who urge caution
In order to preserve the interests of fools.
The fools are dinosaurs, left walking a modern earth
Searching for an age long gone, that lives now only in their imaginations.

(C) 2ndwitch, 24/04/19

GloPoWriMo 2018 - day two

Today the prompt is to play with voice.

Caffeine.

If I, as a poet, write a poem about me,
A poem that includes I many times, and
That consequently makes the lines create
A statement of opinion or observation,
Then you, as the reader, are very likely
To assume that I am writing the poem as
Myself, and that I mean the things that
Are contained within the carefully crafted
And thought out lines of the stanza in question.
And what would you think if I pointed out
That the I in my poem is not the I in my life,
And that the I who speaks through the words
That I write is not me, but is me the poetic voice?
Would you understand that I can both hate
Instant coffee and at the same time I can
Need that cup of instant coffee to start my day?

GloPoWriMo 2017 - day eleven

Today the prompt is to write a 'bop'. No, I'd never heard of it either, but apparently it is a thing.



Remember the . . .

I am but a storm-tossed leaf, floating back and forth
On the angry burn of someone else's life.
I am the shuttlecock, hit with force from left to right
And back from right to left again.
I can see my goal, but am kept so far away, and
Having no money makes it all the harder.

And the words that danced the reel are dancing still.

I try to call the players out, to listen to my tale, to
Not forget that plans, once made, should not be
Forgotten; but I am not of note in this, and the pain
That other humans use to play a vicious game
Blinds them to the pain that is caused for me, and
Then I am dragged in to a dispute that is not mine
And each thinks that I will side with the other
When I only side now with myself.

And the words that danced the reel are dancing still.

I know now that I cannot walk this path without
Hard words, and I know that hard words could
Have the effect of moving me further from my simple
Goal, but yet, do I not have the right to be heard, and
To be known and be a constant not part of the fight.
Things are not easy, and there is no answer.

And the words that danced the reel are dancing still.

(c) 2ndwitch, 11/04/17