Day Three - NaPoWriMo
And now for our (optional) prompt. The American poet Frank
O’Hara was an art critic and friend to numerous painters and
poets In New York City in the 1950s and 60s. His poems feature a breezy, funny,
conversational style. His poem “Why
I Am Not a Painter” is pretty characteristic, with actual dialogue
and a playfully offhand tone. Following O’Hara, today we challenge you to write
a poem that obliquely explains why you are a poet and not some other kind of
artist – or, if you think of yourself as more of a musician or painter (or
school bus driver or scuba diver or expert on medieval Maltese banking) –
explain why you are that and not something else!
Here's my take:
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| AI vector art that I created with prompts on Adobe Illustrator |
The brain is a complex character
What about the mind?!
Ask someone where the mind is—
**The poem has been removed to facilitate for submissions. Thank you for visiting.**
1.lone
palm aflame – is an expression to suggest a haunted spirit creating chaos.
2.their
palm, their foot, their belly – indicating palm reading, foot reading, and
belly/naval reading
2 comments:
"Look into anyone’s eyes and you are bound to suffer." Poetry at its best!
Thank you! Glad you see that :)
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