My
writing is all disorderly. So today I work with the Day 3 prompt which says: "Write a poem that
plays with voice. For example, you might try writing a stanza that recounts
something in the first-person, followed by a stanza recounting the same
incident in the second-person, followed by a stanza that treats the incident
from a third-person point of view. Or you might try a poem in the form of a
dialogue, which necessarily has two “I” speakers, addressing two “you”s.
Another way to go is to take an existing poem of yours or someone else’s, and
try rewriting it in a different voice. The point is just to play with who is
speaking to who and how.
SHE : ( 3rd
person)
She struts about
like she is royal
Her nose up in
the air
She looks you in
the eye
And answers like
she dared you
There is no smile
on her little
upturned lips
She shrugs her
mane
like the wind was
her play thing…
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She twirls her
pretty little fingers
Drawing graceful
arcs in the air
She sashays past ,with cheeky impudence
her head in the clouds
You can’t help
but
Stand by star
gazed…
How can she be so
forthright
It is not her
time
She needs to
wait, she needs to learn
Before she earns
her worth
I : ( 1st
person)
I am just
a young girl
Searching
for my bearings
I wish
you looked at me
A little
more kindly
With a
little more understanding
But I
shall not ask, I shall not plead
Don’t
judge me by the way I walk, talk or look
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Don’t
look at me with scorn in your eye
Don’t
look at me like I know nothing about life
I may not,
but I am learning
I shall
not cower nor crouch
I am not
afraid to learn
I too
have my fears, I too have my doubts
But I don’t let them
mirror in
my eye
Pacing
with steady steps
Looking at
the world straight in the eye
Gives me
the strength
To deal
with what comes on life’s platter
You think
you’ve got me all sorted
But let
me tell you
The story
may be different from
What strikes
the eye…
YOU : ( 2nd
person)
Don’t you
see?
She is a
child woman
She is
evolving
She is
vulnerable
She is
fragile
The
fingers of life
are reaching
out to her
Sometimes
in gentle caresses
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And sometimes
in shoves
Be gentle,
be kind
Don’t you
remember?
How you
longed to be understood
To be accepted,
to be liked
Don’t you
see a little you and me
In her
eyes, in her words
And in
her deeds?
Is it
really not so easy
To cast
the gaze of love
To stride
along unobtrusively
With a
gentle pat, a tender hug
To just
let her know you care
Just to
be there
If and
when needed…
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