Larger than Life

Today’s Poetic Asides prompt is to write a monster poem, as in monsters, not as in a gigantic poem, and hopefully not as in a monstrous poem.  No matter which, it’s still challenging to think of.  Meanwhile, it’s almost the end of April, and my month of Aruns will be coming to an end.  I think this has been the easiest month of poems for me in all the years I’ve taken this challenge, and that is surely because I haven’t been beating myself up about not being a poet.  Crazy that I could have made my work so much more difficult every other year simply because I couldn’t step aside and just let the writing happen.  Ridiculous.  It will be interesting to see if I can magically fall into this calm space next April when I take up the baton again.

Today I stayed in “art day” mode a little longer, enjoying a much-needed writing date with my friend Sonia.  I spent some time on the writing process post I’m scheduled to put up tomorrow and on sketching out the thumbnails of one of the comics I want to submit for my VONA workshop.  And — bonus — I got to catch up with Sonia, drink some excellent pomegranate tea, and have a yummy chickpea salad for lunch.

Then I walked across town to get to my train … and saw how changed that part of Manhattan is, saw the in-process destruction of several buildings I have memories in.  I know change is inevitable, and I know that it can also be good.  But sometimes … sometimes it really isn’t.

Monsters

My
city —
devoured.
By greed, by shiny
metal and glass. New
heights,
new life,
new city …
And left to live
behind the shadows:
poor,
hidden,
lives that don’t count.
Unfashionable.

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An Arun is a 15-line poem with the syllable count 1/2/3/4/5 — 3x.  It may be a new thing in the world, made up by me last year.  “Arun” means “five” in Yoruba.

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