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,
**The poem has been removed to facilitate for submissions. Thank you for visiting.**
*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.
2 comments:
Oh those half remembered bits of dreams! A good write
Thank you, Eric :)
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