Hello friend, I am Timothy Kimo Brien, head instigator at Create Art Podcast where we help you to tame the inner critic and create more than we consume. Every year in April National Poetry Writing Month occurs, this is a challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days and comes from the NaPoWriMo site. When you participate you are given a prompt every day for 30 days and you can choose to follow the prompt or not. Each prompt has a commentary with it and a style of poetry that you may not be familiar with. I enjoy it because it stretches my creative muscles and helps me organize my thoughts. I also really enjoy a good challenge. There is also an opportunity to read other people’s work as they post on their websites and for you to comment on their work, giving them encouragement or offering a suggestion. Care to join me on this journey?
Day 27 Prompt
In today’s (optional) prompt, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem inspired by an entry from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. The entries are very vivid – maybe too vivid! But perhaps one of the sorrows will strike a chord with you, or even get you thinking about defining an in-between, minor, haunting feeling that you have, and that does not yet have a name.
Day 27 Poem
n. the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it—whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness—which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no longer even looking for a place to land.
When Talking = Silence
I grow weary when discussing
The event I allowed to define my life
And after so many other events
That have had a larger impact
Have piled up due to living so long
And rubbing the preverbal rabbits foot
I am still alive
When I talk about 1 in 6
Most people don’t know what that means
Because its not a “manly”
Things like this don’t happen to men
So I talk less and less about it
As the years go on
As the distance between then and now grows
The memory doesn’t fade
It just gets clustered in with new memories
That are colored by what happened
Its like the pain one feels after a breakup
That pain eventually is replaced by the next breakup
Eventually you ask yourself why there are so many breakups
When the search comes back on the event
That colored your choices
You either learn how to color again
Or accept that you will continue to color with the wrong crayons
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