Suddendeath poem challenge: May Superhero
By Jekca
@Jessicalynnt (50523)
Centralia, Missouri
May 2, 2020 7:49am CST
The rules, write a poem in one sitting or under an hour. Use the listed words. The post it up to share, and respond with a link so we can all find and enjoy yours too
The words: rhetoric, respect, photograph, cast, screen
Mine is below:
The respect in your eyes, could be clearly seen.
A photograph of evidence, of things that might have been,
Had I but cast myself, in a life more normal
But all rhetoric side, I was born abnormal,
Spending my time flying around, saving the world,
cast on a big screen, cape all a'furled.
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6 responses
@indexer (4852)
• Leicester, England
2 May 20
OK - I had a go at this -
Could I be your hero, earn your respect?
Cast your eyes downward, genuflect
At seeing my photograph, there on the screen
Or is it just rhetoric, do your words mean
Nothing of love, nothing of praise,
Only the prospect of more empty days?
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@indexer (4852)
• Leicester, England
3 May 20
@TheSojourner Thank you. I stuck to the rules and did it in about 15 minutes. I hasten to add that the sentiment is pure invention!
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@Jessicalynnt (50523)
• Centralia, Missouri
3 May 20
It is a bit moody isnt it, I was moody. I still am.
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@sallypup (61170)
• Centralia, Washington
3 May 20
@Jessicalynnt Nothing wrong with moody.
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@Jessicalynnt (50523)
• Centralia, Missouri
3 May 20
Oh I like that word, scansion. I had to go look it up. And yes, it very much could be improved upon. My goal on these is to get people to try their hand at poetry and not get hung up on editing. Let me pop one in this comment that I HAVE worked MUCH longer on below. I write a lot of poetry, the stuff on here SOMETIMES is a decent one, but a lot of times it's thrown together for the challenge. This one I wrote awhile ago in a challenge to write something about a photo of dusty abandoned suitcases in an abandoned hospital.
The suitcase sits in front of me,
sad and left behind.
Whatever is inside of it,
was yours and never mine.
When we lost you to that place,
and never home you came,
the pain was more than I could face,
years later still the same.
So closed it sat and closed it is
years later have not changed
our pain, our loss, the hole you left,
its mystery still remains.
@indexer (4852)
• Leicester, England
3 May 20
@Jessicalynnt Yes - that's more like it! That's good. Can I tell you the sort of "poetry" that really annoys me? This is when someone takes a sentence and just breaks it up into tiny pieces on separate lines and pretends that by making it "jerky" they have written a poem. You get of lot of that on sites like this - many people like it, but it's not to my taste!
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@Jessicalynnt (50523)
• Centralia, Missouri
3 May 20
@indexer I'm working on a second stanza for that one, it's not done yet, but here is what I have so far:
The tele’pole stands in front of me,
sad and left behind.
The things that were on top of it,
were miles of long lines.
Those lines they did go everywhere
Even t’you and me
Now winding roads go passing by,
While it stands lonely
Silent sentinel standing tall,
Waiting for the chance,
When sound again it gets to pass
It still hopes to play
Lonely vanguard of passing time,
Changes on the wind
Welcome to our new paradigm
Cell phones rule the day.
@Jessicalynnt (50523)
• Centralia, Missouri
3 May 20
yay! I love people trying these.
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@kobesbuddy (78882)
• East Tawas, Michigan
3 May 20
Nicely written, I really like it!
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@kobesbuddy (78882)
• East Tawas, Michigan
3 May 20
@Jessicalynnt You have an obvious talent, Jekca:)
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