Travis McDonald gave us prompt #20 and God, I’ve never worked so hard before to build a word bank. To describe the process briefly, we were asked to compile ten pages of text and then delete all words that appeared more than once. Then we had to use the remaining words to build our poem. Here’s what I’ve got to show for my labor! 🙂
A personal world full of freedom
and isolation to overcome the mental noise.
A medallion soap of clear-curtain light, a washcloth of betrayals
propped on the tub’s edge, leaving the bare branches of arms tingling
An inverse view of birds, like an x-Ray
so that every black line, every atom tells a story of suffocation
Silence a broken link of duration
addressing messages of shadows and suffering
And oppressors with changed masks
showing that there is no end to greed
These are the Sufi ashes of human shudders
disappearing into the waning blue of our souls.