Today's challenge was to write a poem about something missing...So I whipped up some lyric phoenix image thang, witha dash of Stevens thrown in for measure. I do like the longer lines here. It needs a tad more flesh before being completed, but I think this is skeleton poem. As for today's prompt, I like the theme, and it's broad enough (like them all) for mucho lee-way.
Missing My New Life in Seattle
To identify what is missing it is better to identify what is not:
Brain, humor, nerves, neural networks, lungs.
Give me eyes, bone, and breast, and let heave my breath
into new flesh, and ash will fill my mouth
and orphans will bring me new names, wrapped
in butcher paper. Give me hair, and clothes, and leave
me in a small town, in the middle of another coast.
From there I will report. From there the truth will be told
Missing My New Life in Seattle
To identify what is missing it is better to identify what is not:
Brain, humor, nerves, neural networks, lungs.
Give me eyes, bone, and breast, and let heave my breath
into new flesh, and ash will fill my mouth
and orphans will bring me new names, wrapped
in butcher paper. Give me hair, and clothes, and leave
me in a small town, in the middle of another coast.
From there I will report. From there the truth will be told
Comments