Composed 4/1/14
Description: After the ashamedly long hiatus I’ve taken, I’m taking the plunge. That’s right, I’m signing up for NaPoWriMo, in which I will attempt to write and post a poem for every day in April. I know this will be good for me; I have a lot of ideas, but I can’t seem to sit down and write them out. Thusly, this is a perfect way to force myself to get into the habit of writing with consistency. In addition, I just want to get better! It seems today good poems and poets have been thrust into my face, and, admittedly, I’ve been jealous. I want to improve myself. I want to be more observant and write more deeply. I want to feel like I am a poet. And while thinking these thoughts, NaPoWriMo fell into my lap. So I’m going to try.
I admit; the first verse of this piece I had written before today. In fact, it’s been sitting in my phone for months, probably. But, yes, I finally am finishing it (very last minute, I’ll admit). I felt that it was only appropriate to talk about one of the trials of poets for this day one….
The art’s forgotten
For the sake of the praise
The performance suffers
With the audience gaze
We write about buzz
That’s trending today
Worried no one will read
If our words dare sway
It’s hard to promote
My personal trials
While controversy
Heaps attention in piles
And we edit to keep
Our secrets inside
Or we conceal pieces
From subjects’ eyes
For if it was
Our soul exposed
A quick read though
And they’d all know
The character
Of my deepest being
And judge me for the
Things they’re seeing
But if it’s changed
Just enough
I can face judgment
With easy rebuff
Because that’s not me
It’s just a shadow
So the poem’s safe
It’s just hollow
Wow. That last stanza is an extremely powerful conclusion.
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