Thursday, 2 April 2015

Trespassers will be chomped.



Pain you are a vicious foe.
You crept up so quietly.
Like a thief in the night.
You gradually tried to steal my life away.
You stole my sleep and flexibility.
You stole so many of my life enjoyments.
Yet there is one place you are barred.
In my head I will mount the barricades.
Barb wire will cut you.
Poisonous plants will bind you.
Dragons will burn you.
Dinosaurs will chomp on you.
If you should dare to trespass there.
Within my head there are worlds,
In which you do not belong.
My imagination soars far away from you.
Into far of lands, where time expands.
Pain you cannot reach me there.


Inspired by Magaly Guerrero and her prompts for Aprils NaPoWriMo 2015

2nd of April 2015
Creativity and Pain
This poem should explore creativity as a healing salve, as a shield, as a weapon, or as a negotiation method to use when dealing with physical and/or psychological pain.

6 comments:

  1. Yes! Close the gates! Fill the moats! Pain shall not past! I LOVE the defiance in your writing!

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  2. As Sharon said, yay for closing the gates! For putting on our big boots and kicking the bastard in the face, if it dares try to creep where it doesn't belong. Our imagination is ours, and there pain is only good for chopping.

    I love the imagery that flies around your poem. The way the speaker says, Enough is enough pain. You have your place, and my mind-world is not it.

    Yum!

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  3. As Sharon said, yay for closing the gates! For putting on our big boots and kicking the bastard in the face, if it dares try to creep where it doesn't belong. Our imagination is ours, and there pain is only good for chopping.

    I love the imagery that flies around your poem. The way the speaker says, Enough is enough pain. You have your place, and my mind-world is not it.

    Yum!

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  4. Ha! And stay out! Playful, but decidedly firm!

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  5. ".. Within my head there are worlds,
    In which you do not belong..." this really was such a pivotal point of the poem for me--staking out that territory and defending it with whatever weapons one has--patience, grit, words, and whimsy. Beautifully imagined.

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  6. I love the battlefield image of this and how you make your hurts the enemy. So good!

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