Na/GloPoWriMo 2019, otherwise known as “that month in which you write a poem a day for 30 days.”
I am as usual late to the party, but I intend to try and catch up in my own sweet time...I begin with the early Bird prompt, where the challenge is to write a poetic self-portrait, in which one has to portray oneself in the guise of a historical or mythical figure.
I am not sure if "The Velveteen rabbit" qualifies to to be a historical/ mythical figure but I wish to assume the guise of The Velveteen Rabbit. I have read the book as a child and keep going to it again and again... each time the story unravels more magically , more poignantly. It speaks to me at several levels and there is certain stability, a sense of balance, a sense of assurance that it gives me...
I am as usual late to the party, but I intend to try and catch up in my own sweet time...I begin with the early Bird prompt, where the challenge is to write a poetic self-portrait, in which one has to portray oneself in the guise of a historical or mythical figure.
I am not sure if "The Velveteen rabbit" qualifies to to be a historical/ mythical figure but I wish to assume the guise of The Velveteen Rabbit. I have read the book as a child and keep going to it again and again... each time the story unravels more magically , more poignantly. It speaks to me at several levels and there is certain stability, a sense of balance, a sense of assurance that it gives me...
Real is
not what I am made of-
I had to
become real- said the Skin Horse
I did not
understand, because inside, deep inside I felt real…
It hurts
to become real- said the skin horse- and he must know
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The Boy
calls me real- and so real I am- only the others don’t know it yet…
It’s been
a rough ride, to become real
It doesn’t
do to be fragile or brittle
It doesn’t
do to have sharp edges
The sheen
of my coat has waned, the seams are showing,
My spots
have faded, My vision is blurred,
Yet my
heart is full, for I know how it feels to be loved
Nothing else
matters
And now I
can be on my own, because once I am real
I am real
forever…
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