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Laura is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us as follows
For this Poetics Prompt I want us to be voyeurs, peeping through windows and doors of a house One that has no family connections, no memories of our own to call upon .
conjure an imaginary house of any size, any place, any age
fill it with an imaginary person/people past or present, or ghosts, or leave it empty with its history
make it literal but move into the metaphorical if you wish
Anmol (alias Ha) is hosting D’Verse Poets tonight. we are celebrating Black History Month and he has prompted us to write a poem either using one that he suggested or one of our choosing.
I was inspired by the following Langston Hughes Poem
"Poet to Bigot"
I have done so little For You And you have done so little For me That we have good reason Never to agree
I, however, Have such meagre Power, Clutching at a Moment While you control An hour
A year wished to be forgotten from the first January day Testing strength and perseverance Love and hate An existence put on hiatus while hidden horrors played Russian roulette with hearts and minds Slaves to medicines and opinions Mixed feelings haunting and undermining Toying and tricking Tripping and taunting with theoretical tripe Praying for this year to end
My kindred spirit we grew at the same time but thousands of miles apart Destiny brought us together eventually and a chance to restart
A connection from our distant history Knowing you but how? Lovers, perhaps Yet it is a cruel love One of deep emotion Then and now
Could it be Master and slave from centuries past? Crime and punishment Why else would love be so jagged? Hearts that will never mend Hidden in its diminishment
Is a lesson to be learned this time around? I ask as I heal myself in silence, alone I am no slave to anyone At any time This treatment I can no longer condone
How do we heal ourselves - OctPoWriMo Jagged - WotD Mend - RDP Kindred - Christine' daily writing prompt Go Dog Go Cafe Promote Yourself Monday Go Dog Go Cafe
Sparks shooting stars up to the night sky from the dried, crackling wood A child stares into the flames mesmerized where he stood
This night of fireworks and fire Bonfires burning a Guy Fawkes effigy Spare a penny for the Guy mister? Remember, remember the fifth of November is the age-old elegy
