In simple terms, I have failed the challenge, though I did make it out of April with more than 10 new poems. In more complex terms, I'm going to keep going until I reach 30. It keeps me writing and it keeps me thinking. And sometimes, when I don't have time for a longer, more complex and detailed post about something that is wearing away at my mind, a poem suffices at keeping it at bay, or even sating the desire to explore the topic further.
I'm hoping I find the time to discuss this topic as a post before my mind makes room for something else, but in the meantime here is a poem about the real life bad guys, our real life monsters. It isn't saying exactly what I want it to, or at least, I'm not sure it is to others, but here it is nonetheless.
NPMC2015 Poem 19
"Making Monsters"
We've grown up on
bad guys
the sly sox
the boogieman
the predators
waiting in the shadows
to snatch us
from our yards
their reasons never jusitfied
no matter how many times
we ask why
we've learned to fear them
and in fearing them
we've learned to group them
create them
but real life so seldom
matches nightmares
and the line between
the shadows and the light
is rarely clear
leaving the real monsters
the thoughts that dwell
in our heads
I'm hoping I find the time to discuss this topic as a post before my mind makes room for something else, but in the meantime here is a poem about the real life bad guys, our real life monsters. It isn't saying exactly what I want it to, or at least, I'm not sure it is to others, but here it is nonetheless.
NPMC2015 Poem 19
"Making Monsters"
We've grown up on
bad guys
the sly sox
the boogieman
the predators
waiting in the shadows
to snatch us
from our yards
their reasons never jusitfied
no matter how many times
we ask why
we've learned to fear them
and in fearing them
we've learned to group them
create them
but real life so seldom
matches nightmares
and the line between
the shadows and the light
is rarely clear
leaving the real monsters
the thoughts that dwell
in our heads
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