Friday, April 10, 2015

2015 Poem A Day, Day Ten

Prompt for Day Ten
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “How (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “How to Write a Poem,” “How Mechanical Pencils Work,” and “Howling at the Moon After Midnight in the Middle of a Thunderstorm.”

I think perhaps this poem, which started out as How Long, aspires to be song lyrics. It's pretty rough and very silly, but it's late and I'm posting it anyway.

Paperback Heart

Waiting for that someday
Waiting to take a chance
Waiting for your heart to break
To finally make a stance

You stand in lace and ribbons
Your back against the wall
You listen to the music
You wait to take the fall.

Why do you hold yourself apart,
When you know you want to sing?

Why do you lip sync in the car
When I know you want to sing?

And how long will you live
in this paperback heart?

All your days
the flimsy pages
of someone else's art?

How long will you live
in this paperback scheme?

Always waiting
always hoping
just a wish
and just a dream?

These are safe
to doing the
real thing.

How long will you live
with this paperback heart?

Just another daydream
Waiting for life to start.

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