In his poem, “Poet, No Thanks,” Jean D’Amérique repeats the phrase “I wasn’t a poet” multiple times, while describing other things that he instead claims to have been. In your poem for today, use a simple phrase repeatedly, and then make statements that invert or contradict that phrase.
Last night was particularly tricky. There's a ceasefire for now. Let's hope for good sense to make a come back.
Also, I love earrings. These ones were bought in 2017 in Bhuj, Kutchch.
Gorgeous earrings, Arti, and yes, chocolate does help with smoothness and serenity, even in the middle of an emergency. I love the phrase ‘tore away my Toblerone knees’ and the image of ‘chocolate holding its breath, like lava—molten’. I hope all is well and good sense makes a comeback.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kim. There's a ceasefire for now. Hope it lasts.
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteForceful, immediate, narrative... the overwhelm flowing like the molten chocolate... the dark, bitter kind. YAM xx (Who has been praying daily for all under the threat of current madness...)
Thank you for your love and prayers Yamini. Much needed. Hugs . xx
DeleteBeautiful earrings. ❤️ Warm greetings from Montreal, Canada ❤️ 😊 🇨🇦
ReplyDeleteCheers Linda :)
DeleteHope the ceasefire works. Hope peace prevails so that you don't have to pack and rush.
ReplyDeleteLet every night keep you smooth and serene...
Thank you :) Amen.
DeleteThat repetition line is so memorable and so effective, Arti. Hope sense prevails and everyone remains safe.
ReplyDeleteThis is one of my favourite poems from you.
Thank you Namratha:)
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