Day Seven ... NaPoWriMo / Poem-a-Day 2018

Maureen Thorson has been publishing interviews with poets as part of her NaPoWriMo blog posts this month. Her prompt is connected to today's interview: "In our interview, Kyle Dargan suggests writing out a list of all of your different layers of identity. For example, you might be a wife, a grandmother, a Philadelphian, a dental assistant, a rabid Phillies fan, a seamstress, retiree, agnostic, cancer survivor, etc. These are all ways you could be described or lenses you could be viewed through. Now divide all of those things into lists of what makes you feel powerful and what makes you feel vulnerable. Now write a poem in which one of the identities from the first list contends or talks with an identity from the second list. This might turn out to be kind of a 'heavy' exercise, emotionally, but I hope you will find the results enlightening." Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem-a-Day prompt: "For today’s prompt, write a senses poem. That is, write a poem that uses one or more of your senses. Smell, taste, touch, sound, sight, or even a sixth sense. Focus in on one of them or try to incorporate them all." I didn't make lists of different layers of identity. Unless a single item is a list. Then there were two identities in the powerful list and in the vulnerable list . . . and they were the same identity. As far as "senses" goes, I went for synesthesia here; one of the identities discusses sound in terms of light and the other does in terms of taste and touch, so four out of the five senses. Two Guitarists Inside Me Talking In my mind, there are two guitarists. They are both me, and they are both each other. One says, “The gig tonight was excellent. The music flowed like bold colors, rainbows sprouting from the tips of the fingers, like emerald and cerulean nebulas, fireworks.” The other says, “The gig was awful. All the bad notes were like sour and bitter candies scorching the tongue. Spiders or scorpions stinging the lips.” “But they were bright and beautiful spiders or scorpions,” says the first one, “fluorescent pinks and neon greens.” The other says, “No, they were flat black and we had to eat them all, scraping the throat all the way down.” They are both me, and they are both each other. The funny thing is, they are both right. —Draft by Vince Gotera    [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.] Guitar duo scene from the movie August Rush Friends, won’t you comment, please? Love to know what you’re thinking. To comment, look for a red line below that starts Posted by, then click once on the word comments in that line. If you don’t find the word “comments” in that line, then look for a blue link below that says Post a comment and click it once. Thanks! Ingat, everyone.  ヅ

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