Wednesday, April 3, 2013

I Don't Want You to Read My Poetry


The Hole
cc licensed ( BY NC SA ) flickr photo by Stuck in Customs: http://flickr.com/photos/stuckincustoms/2539913076/


I don’t want you
To read
My poetry.
Stop searching my room.
I will not tell you
Where my poetry is hidden.
You will never find
The loose floorboard,
The buried treasure,
I don’t want your meddling fingers
In that box.
Look.
My room is full
Of beautiful china figurines,
Serene waterfalls,
The sound of dolphins in the background.
This is who I am,
Smiling and composed.
Don’t you dare ask me 
Where my poetry is.


This is my NaPoWriMo Day 3 poem. I used the 2013 April PAD Day 3 prompt (write a tentative poem).

6 comments:

  1. Oh, YES, Natasa. This is perfect. I have been here.

    de

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    1. Thank you, De. That hole in the ground is familiar to many of us, I am sure.

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  2. I read it out loud. I loved it. This is a real gem of a poem!

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    1. Thank you, Ray. I was in a dark mood and the poem just happened to me.

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