Day 19 ~~ NaPoWriMo ~~ an A,B,C,D,E ... Form Flash Poem
Letting go now
Always on the go
Always on the go
But slowed a bit somewhat
Caring not for much anymore
Death should not be an option
Earth no longer wanted me
Flirting with pills and vodka
Guns not in the picture
Have no time for remorse
Ice too solid no breaking through
Justice is no more
Killing myself goodbye unkind world
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/04/micro-poetry-i-am-my-own-muse.html
- And also linked with NaPoWriMo http://www.napowrimo.net/day-nineteen-4/
- This is a Flash Poem with exactly 55 Words sans the title per 's request
- It is also an A,B,C,D,E ... Form Poem with the first line starting with the letter "A" and has each following line with its respective alphabet letter per our NaPoWriMo host suggestion.
- You might notice that I am a bit down this morning but not as much so as the "Poet" writing was.
Labels: Boomeranged Metaphor poem, Flash Writing, NaPoWriMo 2019, Poem forms, Real Toads
posted by Jim @ 4/19/2019 10:01:00 AM
10 comments
10 Comments:
I feel sympathy for the speaker of this poem - unable to find means to end it all on a very bad day. Not even the ice will give way beneath his feet. I hope he feels better tomorrow.
Maybe there is a reason why it's hard to end it... must be better to hang on.
Death should never be an option .. hold on tightly to hope!!
Death by choice seems OK, for we will all die one day. Interesting to be deterred at every turn.
Sympathy for yhis character but if one is tealky determined, they will end it . I list two friends to suicide last summer within two weeks if each other. They were determindef and made it the first aytemot
Attempt
Oh, goodness this is dark. I attempted suicide at nineteen.
This is not your usual voice, Jim, so am hoping the narrator is imagined..........the poem, itself, is so well done, the voice very authentic.
I get that this is a flash 55, but artistically speaking, I find it unnerving that an abecedarian poem which is essentially a suicide note is truncated, ended at "K"... almost as if the speaker decided to carry-out their suicide before completing the poem.
Your words are beautiful and sad, and I hope you bounce back from your malaise soon.
I hope you and your Muse are in a better frame of mind by now.
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