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Prompt 11: Literary Idol

26 Aug

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Prompt 11: Literary Idol

When I read you work

I am lifted.

Great tales of

comedy-

Brilliant paradox

triumphs.

Chivalrous knights

self-glorifying folk.

Proud disposition

objective- caustic-

Futile aspiration to

unmask societal truths

that still centuries later

are our life.

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

Inspired by Geoffrey Chaucer a great literary idol of mine.

Prompt 8: Cliché

19 Aug

Prompt 8: Cliché

The apple never falls far from the tree,” says the poor woman of her child.

Even in her youth

filling her mind with

the same rubbish most hear

others speak upon their worst enemy.

Even taking her journals

and them away

Taking the books she read

as if the meant nothing

and banning them from her-

It isn’t worth it- you’ll be just like me,”

she said fold a hot basket of clothes-

What children aren’t told is they

don’t have to be like anyone.

Not even mommy and daddy.

Read your books-

Write your journals,

One day you’ll be a great

writer and will have all the things that were

decided for me not to have,”

she should say.

I remember a book we made

back in grade school on the old colored puzzle carpet-

The one I had vomited on so many times before.

Anyways, I digress. I remember the letters and reading the stories I read-

I’ve had but one still dream and it remains.

Despite what they say,

I am my mothers child.

But I am not my mother.

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

Poets

19 Aug

Poets

I rose this morning

to the chirping of birds

they came with message

both squawking and stirred

my eyes gazed sheepishly down at the note

and dare read these words and I quote

so everyone’s a poet now?”

I simply furrowed my brow….

Should we all persecute, rape & throw spears?

Should we lay cunning under claim of our peers?

Should we throw blame to and fro?

Should we poke fun at every Van Gogh?

Art, alas is not our savior

Nor can it purify those who kill

But if everyone was a poet

It surely would pacify foul will

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

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