NaPoWriMo 2018 |
I am very late to the party. But no worries. Let me start from
Day 1prompt
Day 1 Prompt : to write a poem in the form of a love letter .
. . to an object. Ideally, the poem will be a kind of riddle, where it’s not
totally obvious that the addressee is your beloved childhood pogo stick, or a
dish of pad thai from your favorite restaurant, until near the end. A great
opportunity to play with some of the clichés and tropes of love poetry.
You were a gift
A very
thoughtful one
You looked
very strange
And yet
I liked you
From
the very beginning
You
sang the sweetest songs
Your
voice like the tinkle of bells.
I
held you in my arms
day in
and out
Never wanting to let go
You
were mine and only mine
And
then one day
It happened
Everything changed
We had
a fall out
I lashed
out
In mad,
blind fury
You
were shattered
You
whimpered
In feeble,
garbled tones
And
then you went silent
Silent
forever
I’ve often wondered
What became of you
That you sung
Your tinkling sound
Continues to Haunt my dreams
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