Saturday, April 18, 2015

NaPoWriMo Day #17

Today I decided to go with the prompt over at the official NaPoWriMo.

The prompt went something like this:  Today, I want you to try to write a “social media”-style poem. Namecheck all of your friends. Quote from their texts, tweets, FB status updates, twitter accounts, and blogposts, and the back of the cereal box on your breakfast table. The poem is about you and you are about what you say, think, talk, eat. You might end up with a poem that seems bizarrely solipsistic (like the internet itself, maybe?), but there might also be a spark there of something live and fun and present (like the verbal equivalent of a really great animated cat .gif).

I tried to make my poem sound sorta satirical.  Maybe make fun of social media drama a little bit.  Reading the posts/comments, walking into this other world, all the while laying in bed with my book.

Here's how it turned out:


The Reading of the Wall

I was permanently maimed
Only yesterday by
The careless words of
An unkind stranger.
Now I wear his insults
Like a left-brow scar.
While I dream in words,
They dream of ways
To break each other.
And to answer your absurdity,
No, sir, I am not an idiot,
I am merely a dreamer
Making her way through
A tunnel-full of dark walls
Aligned with daggers
That play their black magic
Against the light at the
End of this bizarre dead-fall.
I never wanted to learn
How to bake colorful cakes
Or dip sweet sticks of licorice
But they showed me anyway.
I was reading alone
In a quiet room-full of candles,
A silent egg to hatch,
Until they stole me and
Adjusted the dials inside my brain,
An unwilling metamorphosis
In cotton panties, innocent
And gripping a book too thick
to read in one night.

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