It went something like this: Today, I challenge to write a poem that states the things you . For example, “The sky is blue” or “Pizza is my favorite food” or “The world’s smallest squid isParateuthis tunicata. Each line can be a separate statement, or you can run them together. The things you “know” of course, might be facts, or they might be a little bit more like beliefs. Hopefully, this prompt will let your poem be grounded in specific facts, while also providing room for more abstract themes and ideas.
And here is my poem:
The truth of the matter
Is that I could not love him,
Not in his clumsily-grasping
Arm-reach nor for his too-silent
Will to speak through me,
Anymore than my mother
Could love me in my
Rainbow bracelets amid the
Media chaos of Fox News
Oh, I wanted to love him,
Broken as he was with his
Hefty scripts of antidepressants
And the bouncing outbursts
Of bad moods, blinkingly present.
I’ve been told I am a collector
Of glue, all types of the sticky stuff,
Particularly the scrapbooking,
Permanent rub, so maybe
I thought something tight-fitting
Could fix him and though he
Still deserved somebody’s love,
He was just too broken for me
To fully touch with the healing
Serum of my words or books.
Just as my mother was too angry about
The way I pushed her God from
My guts, shut the door of my heart
Against her church, and decided
That it was more natural to love women
Than to cling to the fairytaleRobes of religious paintings.