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Sunday, every Sunday, let's have a community picnic. It's probably been a long week, and it's lovely to have a few minutes to sit back and relax and enjoy some good conversation in a less formal space. Feel free to bring something for the Picnic Basket - a poem you liked this week, a thought you had or something you experienced, or even something completely unrelated to poetry whatsoever that you just feel like sharing. Just take a moment to say hello, and maybe have a bite to eat; no one is going anywhere fast, and the shade promises some relief from the everyday heat. Let’s get to know each other a bit better, here under the branches of the poet’s tree.
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Date: 2012-05-27 03:41 pm (UTC)I'm actually going to share something of mine as a friend suggested it was decent (a claim I find flattering and dubious as my poetry is, as a general rule, awful and possibly not poetry). For background, I am writing a novel series that is basically a civil rights allegory via preternatural hominids. Anyhoo, I get silly sometimes and write poems from their perspectives, and this is the primary narrator, wereanimal and mass-murderer by necessity more than choice, on the day of his execution:
Rest in Peace
On the day of my execution
I asked my lawyer if I could have any say
in what color blindfold I would wear
I wanted the last thing I'd see
to be the white flag
I should have flown
for all these years.
Look - there aren't enough bullets
for a monster like me
but for once I will bare my chest
instead of my teeth
with the desperate hope that maybe
maybe
when my war drum heart stops
I will finally remember that
beating isn't the only way
to touch the world.
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Date: 2012-05-27 04:59 pm (UTC)Thank you for sharing, though. ^-^
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Date: 2012-05-27 09:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-28 12:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-28 03:26 pm (UTC)