The napowrimo.net prompt for day 14 is to ‘write a poem that deals with the poems, poets, and other people who inspired you to write poems. These could be poems/poets/people that you strive to be like, or even poems, poets, and people that you strive not to be like.’
It has to be real
connect
contain honesty
(if not clarity)
I don’t want wordplay
to demonstrate dexterity
or flatness of tone
to weigh down with gravity
or minutiae in detail
to drown me in reality
(and leave the fictitious grit behind)
I don’t want to read about gardens
and flowers
and forests
and trails
(and go light on the Jesus, okay?)
I don’t care about the Beats
and the self-consciously hip
or trauma and triggers
or tales of self-abuse
or political beefs
or manifestos
(and I hate ampersands everywhere for no damn reason)
I want to feel real emotion
I want to feel like I’m not alone
like I’m not the only one
like I’m not all by myself
like you know how it feels
(I want to feel like you feel it too)
Maybe say ‘fuck’ once in a while
(13 April 2020—posted April 14)
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I like this, about reading poetry. I’m not sure I need to say fuck, once in a while, in my poetry, I hope to find ways to express the multiple uses of fuck in more expressive ways that make you feel the minutia of the literal or ephemeral meaning of fuck 😉
That was the comic relief section (with the insinuation that poetry doesn’t have to be so genteel and pretty). 😉