Napowrimo: Here’s our prompt for the day – as always, optional. A few days ago, we looked at Frank O’Hara’s poem in which he explained why he was not a painter. Jane Yeh’s “Why I Am Not a Sculpture” has a similar sense of playfulness, as she both compares herself to a sculpture and uses a series of rather silly and elaborate similes, along with references to dubious historical “facts.” Today, we challenge you to write a similar kind of self-portrait poem, in which you explain why you are not a particular piece of art (a symphony, a figurine, a ballet, a sonnet), use at least one outlandish comparison, and a strange (and maybe not actually real) fact.
I haven't chosen the said art though instead I went with the dream catcher, a bit of something mysterious and magical.
Why I Am Not a Dream Catcher
I
am not a dream catcher,
though I’m often asked to hold onto things
that slip through my fingers like mist.
A dream catcher collects,
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*Protective fetishes (objects believed to have special powers) appear in numerous indigenous cultures, but the dream catcher typically associated with Native Americans originated in the Ojibwe (Chippewa) culture.
Oh those half remembered bits of dreams! A good write
ReplyDeleteThank you, Eric :)
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