Would-be Novelist Asked What She’s Really Like
Would-be Novelist Asked What She’s Really Like
In a far car whirring
past corn,
we played a game of what breed of dog
we’d be if dog-born,
what flower, what tree–so hard
when what you knew you were
was not what you preferred;
easier to name an uncle as German Shepherd,
an aunt as violet.
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Draft poem for Mama Zen’s prompt on Real Toads to write about who you truly are in 50 words or less. This is (I’m guessing) probably my 30th poem for April, as I think I was a couple ahead. A recycled drawing (of mine) , of typing with lap-pup (Pearl!)
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April 28, 2016 at 9:59 pm
Lovely oblique hints! 🙂
April 28, 2016 at 10:59 pm
Those last lines are just wonderful.
April 29, 2016 at 2:38 am
So hard to write about yourself… love those lines. (I wonder if any of your aunts a cactus)…
April 29, 2016 at 7:53 am
What we are is so very seldom what we’d prefer, but at least we can imagine an alternative and try to make it as much ourselves as possible–maybe even easier for a novelist. ;_) Very wry and sharp little piece, k.
April 29, 2016 at 8:45 am
What a neat piece, K! I love the angle you found for the prompt.
April 29, 2016 at 10:29 am
Haha! This is so clever!
April 30, 2016 at 12:26 am
I’m liking this one, K. Don’t know what I’d like to be, a migrating bird maybe. I kike to travel.
BTW, your comment link is broken for me on the missing father post. I liked him having first the gold teeth and gaps for missing teeth.
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April 30, 2016 at 10:41 am
As a would-be novelist, I am captured by your title. As a living soul, I am moved by the attempt to define. it’s even harder to live under other’s ideas of us, isn’t it? Love. Thank you.