A poetry meme!
Apr. 16th, 2010 11:29 pmTaken from
sgrio
Give me a prompt and I'll try to write a poem using your prompt, or whatever your prompt triggers me to write=) (No promises on quality.)
Give me a prompt and I'll try to write a poem using your prompt, or whatever your prompt triggers me to write=) (No promises on quality.)
no subject
on 2010-04-16 09:47 pm (UTC)I think I might steal it.
prompt: "individuals without an anchor, without horizon, colourless, stateless, rootless - a race of angels." - Frantz Fanon
no subject
on 2010-04-16 09:54 pm (UTC)Steal away.
And that is an awesome prompt. Give me a day and I'm sure I'll have something!
Watching You Fly
on 2010-04-16 11:39 pm (UTC)when I told you I wanted fly.
I didn't know then that I was afraid of heights.
In your presence I feel weightless
and I envy you when you take flight.
I see you high above me, and I jump to try and reach
your toes and feet, but you soar
higher
away from me.
I didn't know how to fly so I started to run,
I ran until I ran out of road
out of dirt and concrete, until
my body screamed for air
and I forgot how to breathe.
You followed me easily and I hated you
for that.
When I grow up I want to be like you
I told you that, and you laughed it off
but sadly, it is true.
I hate you a little for being everything I want to be,
but I love you for loving me.
I'm not running any more, instead
we are walking together on a road
in a forest.
It reminds us of our childhood and the
fairy tales that crowded our dreams.
We walk, you and I, and I hold your hand
to make sure that you don't fly away again.
Away from me.
The horizon greets me and I'm not afraid
because your hand is safe in mine.
**
Thank you Z. for such an awesome prompt. I'm not one of those writers that revises her poems, I write them in one sitting and there's absolutely no structure at all. I just started writing this and halfway through I realised that it's about my best-friend! I'm real pleased with this, so thank you for the lovely prompt.
Re: Watching You Fly
on 2010-04-17 08:37 am (UTC)no subject
on 2010-04-17 12:44 am (UTC)when I'm with you I see
on 2010-04-20 09:55 pm (UTC)I see hour-long talks and two glasses of wine
one full and one empty
I only drink when I'm with you.
I see your laundry mingled with mine and me
making you do the washing.
I see one bookcase filled with both of our books.
I'll be the only one who buys new ones.
I see your football boots, caked with mud, again
dirtying my front hall. I make you take them out
in the yard and hose them down. You laugh, but do as you're told.
I see two children. One boy and one girl.
They'll have your curls and my eyes.
You'll teach them how to play ball and
I'll teach them how to read.
I see all of this when I look into your eyes.
You don't, yet.
And that's okay, I've always been the one to notice things first.
Soon you'll know that my touches says I love you and my kisses says forever.
Soon you'll realize that you want normal with me.