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by Viann Whatley, 704
Here is this month's Poetry Prompt.
"The sky was a radiant blue, reflecting my past feelings and the moving sea, but now the sky is a serene black"
Please use this if you feel stumped or if you completely have writer's block I hope to see all your poems next month!
Poem by Valeria Caruana, 702
It's the New Year and people say, “ New Year, new me” I said “oh my gosh” to that idea and said will there be an entry fee?
Okay so new me… what shall I do to become a new person? New appearance? Better goals? A cooler version?
I don’t know about a cooler version of me I thought I was cool but now this got me overthinking, do you agree?
Maybe my appearance, should I dye my hair pink!?? Or blue? Or red? Or green and purple?? *Wink* *Wink*
Okay, that might not work out so let's tackle the idea of better goals
Wait, I’m a goalie so I don't know if that will work I’m bored I want some cinnamon rolls!
"The Faceless Dancer" by Anonymous
The stage is set
The lights are dim
The bells on my ankles sing softly to themselves
The silence is broken
Watch my heels strike the floor.
I claim it as my own
My arms bend and stretch and slice through the air. Now that’s all mine too
In the minutes I am allowed I can mold this room into Anything it needs to be.
As I leap I can Make pain into power And power into pain
If you want me to, I can pluck this moment from the sky And toss it to you
Watch it flutter in your hands
Now I’ll take it back- gently- and pin it to a page. It will be there ten years from now When you will not be the same But it will.
You say you don’t know me
I have no looks to recognize And no name to speak of I am the faceless dancer
You say don’t know me But I can prove you wrong If I could, I would hand you my eyes.
I have none- so you will just have to Watch Really look.
Can you see the way the light hits the walls?
Can you see the purple shadows Shift with my movements? Look closer.
Can you see the damp grass Where I first practiced my steps For an audience that often came and went?
When they stayed, it was for the breadcrumbs
Still, this place, lost to time, was better than nothing. Listen
Can you hear my waves?
How softly they rise? Watch them loom over you
What will they take?
What will they give?
Now they come crashing down
Perhaps the water rushing over your face Will be warm. Maybe some part of you, Locked away for months Will start to heal itself.
Or else it will be cold And salty- really salty
You don’t have to like it
But maybe someday You will gather your strength And fight it Take a breath
Fall back into yourself.
The lights are back on
The bells on my ankles hum a quieter song.
I am the faceless dancer And I have given you my eyes I want to know:
What can you remember?