Move Me Poetry Battle Nominee
https://medium.com/move-me-poetry/poetry-battle-celebration-84301b596ce0
I had just reread The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. I was thinking about my rejections. I was thinking about recycled thought and how spite can drive people sometimes. I was thinking about feeling forsaken despite trying. I was thinking about how maybe it's not so bad to not come in first place as long as you are still here and still driven to be productive. I was thinking about big ideas that are belied by such brevity. All of this when I try to clear my mind and not think too hard while creating from an impulse-driven meditative state. It's cleansing and freeing to realize after creation the machination that lead to a piece, the emotions that got released within it.
It inspired me in the Slam Words challenge where I created 20 new pieces in less than 24 hours on Twitter.
mirror myopia mimic
darkest parts of self
blackened with soot
a chimney’s detritus
flows out from a god
no longer willing gold
only eroded copper in
hopes of saving again
will it ever be my turn?
casting bronze beside
those who sculpt dire
beauty forms with ire