May I please blow your trumpet?
You are needed now
In these days of consent minus one
are on a heroins journey
set by praying mantis
nerved by real news
you provide a hard copy
of neat love
In my musical
you’d be a proud member of the NUA
(now the no-unicorns-association)
no soul broker
Please be careful
Cynical self help is a dud
but if you were me
you’d love me
If I were me
I’d love you
till death do us part
Respectfully not yours,
Angela van Son
PS I forgot Inflection. Please remember i is a number, I’m not
One of the prompts for today at the generous octpowrimo page was to create a form of your own and share it with us. I realised I have a tradition that started some poetry months ago, to create a poem from titles (or snippets, or blog titles) from fellow participants and link up to them. A way to keep favourite parts, honour words I love, and express connection. I’m not even sure, but I think I invented this form myself, out of sheer enthusiasm.
Mine today is a variety on that: I’ve created a poem from the titles of my own poems this poetry month. I think I managed to incorporate all!
I prefer the form where I honour other peoples words, but I need more head space and time for those than I have right now. The good thing about todays version, is that invited me to look back at my own work this month and it works well as closure.
Today is our last day. #OctPoWriMo finishes. Again I’ve made great connections, read amazing poems, and got to enjoy my poems being read, liked and commented on. An inspiring and healing month. Thank you organisers, participants and readers!
If you like the idea of title poems, you can find more examples here.