Today I invite you to explore one or more of your boundaries. It can be in form. It can be in content. It can be by crossing disciplines, like in this amazing poem inspired by choral music and a Swedish troll proverb. It can be in the delivery, by recording your poem. Or it can be by gifting your poem to someone, and sharing with them why they are the recipient of your piece.
unusual, improvise, connect
I chose to write in free verse.
I have improvised for good, this life-
a piece of raw diamond waiting to be polished,
hidden deep under the ground in some messy mines.
There were filthy hands trying to take control,
to border me with some stupid notions,
but some dirt above me- an unusual protection.
Yet some others with their sweet face
and bitter minds, with chains where each link
makes the sound of a snake hissing.
Such was their poison and with it they tried
to poison me and my living.
And yet there were some more, who did swear
that the waters were deep and
the currents were strong.
My oars could break and my boat could sink.
Had I stayed scared and never let my feet wet,
Had I let them lay their chains on my hands,
had I let them lay their filthy hands on me,
I would have stayed raw till death.
But now I have used those chains and words,
to polish me and my ways and my path and my journey.
Today I have become a bright diamond-
with utmost clarity, the unbeatable carat,
and the perfect cut.
The hardest and I shine through the darkest of times.
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