Sunday, April 26, 2015

NaPoWriMo Day #26

Today I was really drawn to the prompt over at NaPoWriMo.

It went something like this:  Today, I challenge you to write a persona poem – a poem in the voice of someone else. Your persona could be a mythological or fictional character, a historical figure, or even an inanimate object.

And here is what I came up with:

The Black Suicide

I happen best
when no one’s looking,
Thick and black
As old coffee, overheated;
The pot that boils
But does not bubble,
A dangerous juxtaposition!
I’m a familiar postbox
Full of always-nothing,
Yet ever-expecting.
I sit as patiently as
A stage-hall
Minus the audience,
A pompous thing.
I’m an empty restaurant
With tables full of
The most eloquently-
Assembled, plastic food,
And everyone wonders
Why passer byers never dine,
Though they pause
To salivate at the fancy
Widows that have blinds
With pull-strings.
The same kind of blinds
Your mother had
Back when there were
Trunks full of toys,
Peanut butter and jelly,
Pumpkin-bags full
Of falls rejected leaves.
Oh what fun, the
World as it was
Before things got real,
Before seats were
Emptied one by one
and your heart,
Whatever the thing is,
Cold as the palest creek rock,
Began to wither
Like something already
Without beat or breath,
Shopping for a white jacket,
One with shoulder pads,
And waiting for the
Perfect, endless night,
To shed its over-clothes,
And dive.

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