napwrimo #5: make your poetry personal We’ve been in the trenches for a few days, and so Mark Stratton says it’s time to get personal! Here’s Mark’s prompt for Day #5:
Make your poetry personal. I mean, it already is, right? It’s thoughts, observations, deep, dark, personal feelings and stories dressed up in pretty words and oblique descriptions. You get it, and some others get it.
Still others see it as something else entirely, which is great, honestly. We have our own set of filters our lives go through, and this influences how we interpret things. It is part of what makes reading poetry fun and interesting for me.
Today, let’s make poetry really personal. Give poetry, as you write it, a name. Possibly a gender. And a personality. A poet I know has written (and continues to write) a series of poems based on this principle, and I shamelessly ripped it off (with permission, of course) and made a poem I called “Sasha.” Sasha is many things, all at the same time, yet all are Sasha/poetry to me.
So it’s your turn. Give poetry — how you view poetry, what poetry means to you, your poetry — a name. Now write a poem suits your view or vision
poetry: the fight
i know i was supposed to call yesterday-- i completely forgot. or something came up. i was feeling really sick, actually. you know. stomach infection…sinus flu…one of those.
don't give me that look-- furrowed brows, tight lips, adjective-noun, angry alliteration. you know i love you, you know how i feel. it's just that… it's just that some days you're so easy, so accessible and other days, it's like i don't even know who you are. you're a stranger, or i'm a lover with amnesia and have no idea who you are or why i'm supposed to be trying here.
yes, yes, you don't need to remind me-- i remember the first time we discovered how a tree could become a caring father, how two clashing images could meet and make me feel like a kid on christmas eve, how i could make people see without cameras and pictures.
i know, and it's not you…it's me. well, it is a little bit you. you and your condescending connotation, your vague symbolism that i'm supposed to "just know," (can't read minds all the time) and…what? don't think i don't know what you mean with your oxymorons. oh, and here's something--your onomatopoeia sounds STUPID!
you know what? i wish personification didn't even exist!!